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 Lesotho and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Gap Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Joensuu 1685,
Thee Headcoats,
Scan 7,
Lalann,
The Monochrome Set,
Nik Kershaw,
The Slackers,
The Monks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harmonia,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marc Almond,
Main Source,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Althea and Donna,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Seeds,
The Selecter,
B.T. Express,
The Star Department,
Fifty Foot Hose,
June of 44,
K-Klass,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ornette Coleman,
Fluxion,
Supertramp,
Soulsonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marine Girls,
Whodini,
the Swans,
Erasure,
Index,
Freddie Wadling,
Charles Mingus,
Letta Mbulu,
Television Personalities,
Simply Red,
The Flesh Eaters,
Altered Images,
Flash Fearless,
Groovy Waters,
Chris & Cosey,
Can,
Amon Düül,
Crime,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young,
The Cramps,
The Associates,
Hot Snakes,
The Fugs,
The Mojo Men,
The Evens,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nico,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David McCallum,
The Young Rascals,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.