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 Swaziland 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Au Pairs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Smog,
Liliput,
Idris Muhammad,
Siglo XX,
Ludus,
Anakelly,
Audionom,
Alton Ellis,
Aswad,
David Bowie,
Absolute Body Control,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Moody Blues,
Tears for Fears,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Erasure,
The Litter,
Funky Four + One,
The Moleskins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Davy DMX,
Moss Icon,
Pierre Henry,
Soulsonic Force,
Aural Exciters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Supertramp,
Alice Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yaz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare,
Bluetip,
New Order,
Au Pairs,
Youth Brigade,
Groovy Waters,
Fugazi,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pulsallama,
Dark Day,
Pantytec,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Motorama,
Fad Gadget,
World's Most,
The Motions,
Moebius,
The Doors,
Todd Terry,
Lou Christie,
Bob Dylan,
Aaron Thompson,
H. Thieme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.