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 Grenada and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Susan Cadogan,
Cybotron,
MDC,
The Saints,
The Gladiators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Slackers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harry Pussy,
KRS-One,
Half Japanese,
Yellowson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oblivians,
The Star Department,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Letta Mbulu,
Adolescents,
Charles Mingus,
R.M.O.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Slick Rick,
Soft Cell,
Faust,
Sister Nancy,
The Smoke,
Black Pus,
The Motions,
Depeche Mode,
Wings,
Excepter,
The Slits,
Khruangbin,
Davy DMX,
The Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tears for Fears,
Ludus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Josef K,
The Pretty Things,
Infiniti,
Bush Tetras,
L. Decosne,
a-ha,
Heaven 17,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Can,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Loose Ends,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Lydon,
X-102,
Yazoo,
kango's stein massive,
Unrelated Segments,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.