Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Japan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing K-Klass to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Los Fastidios,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jawbox,
Quantec,
Blake Baxter,
Bluetip,
Mo-Dettes,
Judy Mowatt,
Marmalade,
The Electric Prunes,
Bill Wells,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young,
Monolake,
Hashim,
The Zeros,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Hood,
Parry Music,
The Fugs,
Aswad,
the Swans,
Second Layer,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amon Düül,
Morten Harket,
Rakim,
Television Personalities,
Gang Starr,
The Gap Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Aural Exciters,
Metal Thangz,
The Grass Roots,
Lightning Bolt,
Donald Byrd,
The Cure,
Oneida,
Althea and Donna,
Mantronix,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Schoolly D,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erykah Badu,
Howard Jones,
Nik Kershaw,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rosa Yemen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bush Tetras,
Neu!,
Cameo,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Womack,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.