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 Guatemala and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dave Gahan to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Average White Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Can,
Donny Hathaway,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
Tears for Fears,
Spoonie Gee,
Y Pants,
Flipper,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Knickerbockers,
The Happenings,
Bob Dylan,
Joy Division,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalann,
Model 500,
Whodini,
Unwound,
Zapp,
The Saints,
New York Dolls,
KRS-One,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kurtis Blow,
Massinfluence,
Absolute Body Control,
The Black Dice,
John Coltrane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gregory Isaacs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Foxx,
Panda Bear,
Joyce Sims,
JFA,
The Moody Blues,
Popol Vuh,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerri Chandler,
Davy DMX,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cal Tjader,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Man Parrish,
Jeff Mills,
Chrome,
Howard Jones,
Little Man,
Mars,
Maleditus Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Juan Atkins,
The Music Machine,
The Last Poets,
Faust,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.