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 Czech Republic and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sun Ra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Cluster,
Pet Shop Boys,
One Last Wish,
Spandau Ballet,
Amon Düül II,
the Bar-Kays,
Drexciya,
Popol Vuh,
Aural Exciters,
Hot Snakes,
Swell Maps,
a-ha,
Nico,
Model 500,
Technova,
Scott Walker,
Negative Approach,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marmalade,
Rufus Thomas,
Wolf Eyes,
Lakeside,
Neil Young,
Tropical Tobacco,
Derrick May,
X-Ray Spex,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rakim,
Joy Division,
Lebanon Hanover,
In Retrospect,
Todd Terry,
Brass Construction,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
Warren Ellis,
Kerri Chandler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultravox,
Porter Ricks,
the Germs,
Kaleidoscope,
Donny Hathaway,
Cameo,
Massinfluence,
Black Moon,
Brothers Johnson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Quantec,
Chris Corsano,
Lalann,
The Standells,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.