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 Germany and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Saccharine Trust to the grime 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fluxion,
Panda Bear,
The Red Krayola,
Harmonia,
Wings,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
Johnny Osbourne,
Porter Ricks,
The Gories,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Terry,
Metal Thangz,
Grey Daturas,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Jawbox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Saccharine Trust,
F. McDonald,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-102,
Kayak,
Zapp,
Aaron Thompson,
Marine Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
New Age Steppers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yaz,
Khruangbin,
the Germs,
The Selecter,
KRS-One,
Vladislav Delay,
The Kinks,
Unwound,
Parry Music,
ABBA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boredoms,
Smog,
Joyce Sims,
Pagans,
Sun Ra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dave Gahan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cameo,
Gichy Dan,
Black Moon,
Motorama,
The Invisible,
Al Stewart,
Bob Dylan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Halsall,
Moebius,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.