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 Romania 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bootsy Collins to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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,
Angry Samoans,
Cymande,
cv313,
Brothers Johnson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The New Christs,
John Coltrane,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fortunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pole,
the Slits,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
EPMD,
Circle Jerks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boogie Down Productions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pantytec,
Tubeway Army,
Procol Harum,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick May,
Aural Exciters,
Yellowson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pagans,
The Last Poets,
Lakeside,
Donald Byrd,
Lyres,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Flag,
Barrington Levy,
Vainqueur,
Youth Brigade,
Symarip,
Outsiders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Goldenarms,
Camouflage,
Faraquet,
Chris Corsano,
The Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Toasters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David Axelrod,
The Selecter,
Unwound,
Juan Atkins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Hashim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.