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 Gabon and from Edmonton.
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 Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Yellowson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Radiohead,
Mo-Dettes,
Gabor Szabo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dawn Penn,
Wasted Youth,
The Smoke,
Arcadia,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Talk Talk,
Tears for Fears,
Roger Hodgson,
Interpol,
Stiv Bators,
Mary Jane Girls,
Au Pairs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hardrive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tres Demented,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonny Sharrock,
DJ Style,
Hot Snakes,
Eddi Front,
KRS-One,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers,
Monolake,
The Associates,
Ornette Coleman,
Jacob Miller,
The Standells,
The Names,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
Hoover,
Laurel Aitken,
Soulsonic Force,
Q65,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
Sparks,
Bobby Sherman,
The Vogues,
The Mojo Men,
Flash Fearless,
Animal Collective,
Lower 48,
Ronnie Foster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Busters,
Ken Boothe,
The Monochrome Set,
Saccharine Trust,
T. Rex,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rotary Connection,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.