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 Djibouti and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Sonny Sharrock to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sällskapet,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Durutti Column,
The Names,
Roy Ayers,
The Divine Comedy,
Skarface,
Oneida,
Half Japanese,
Black Sheep,
Man Parrish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sexual Harrassment,
Isaac Hayes,
Loose Ends,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Freddie Wadling,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Iggy Pop,
Joe Smooth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Smoke,
Junior Murvin,
The American Breed,
Aural Exciters,
The Angels of Light,
Idris Muhammad,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neu!,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric Copeland,
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young,
Franke,
Negative Approach,
Scan 7,
The Skatalites,
The Mojo Men,
Nirvana,
Mr. Review,
Steve Hackett,
The Move,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blackbyrds,
Cluster,
Shoche,
Carl Craig,
Hasil Adkins,
Q65,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Glambeats Corp.,
These Immortal Souls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cal Tjader,
Max Romeo,
Soft Cell,
Howard Jones,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.