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 Argentina and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Delon & Dalcan to the dance 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Zeros,
K-Klass,
The Wake,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick Morgan,
New York Dolls,
Tubeway Army,
Lyres,
Iggy Pop,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Half Japanese,
Basic Channel,
Roxette,
Anakelly,
These Immortal Souls,
Nico,
Youth Brigade,
Kerrie Biddell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Khruangbin,
The Fortunes,
Aswad,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arcadia,
KRS-One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
The Birthday Party,
Procol Harum,
Rites of Spring,
Marvin Gaye,
Groovy Waters,
The Golliwogs,
Joensuu 1685,
Deakin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
the Association,
The Knickerbockers,
Infiniti,
The Angels of Light,
Thee Headcoats,
Skarface,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
June Days,
Oblivians,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
H. Thieme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hoover,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Style,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.