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 Jamaica and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the punk 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Erasure,
Moss Icon,
The Blackbyrds,
The Smoke,
Bush Tetras,
Aloha Tigers,
The Standells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
48th St. Collective,
Inner City,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wings,
The American Breed,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Association,
The Sound,
Scott Walker,
Scrapy,
Underground Resistance,
Judy Mowatt,
Joensuu 1685,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Delta 5,
Reuben Wilson,
The Buckinghams,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ronan,
In Retrospect,
Ten City,
R.M.O.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Motorama,
The Toasters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Half Japanese,
Harpers Bizarre,
Henry Cow,
Todd Rundgren,
The Electric Prunes,
Easy Going,
The Smiths,
Von Mondo,
This Heat,
Camberwell Now,
The Music Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moby Grape,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minor Threat,
Glenn Branca,
Tom Boy,
Black Bananas,
A Certain Ratio,
Deakin,
Animal Collective,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.