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 Zimbabwe and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Black Moon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Buckinghams,
Brand Nubian,
The Litter,
Stiv Bators,
Animal Collective,
Maurizio,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slits,
Little Man,
The Toasters,
Make Up,
Rufus Thomas,
Althea and Donna,
The Saints,
Qualms,
Deadbeat,
Scott Walker,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter & Gordon,
F. McDonald,
Skriet,
John Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin,
Sam Rivers,
The Red Krayola,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
MC5,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Q and Not U,
The Smoke,
Mission of Burma,
DNA,
Blossom Toes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cure,
Robert Hood,
Nirvana,
Country Teasers,
The Vogues,
Boz Scaggs,
Mars,
Alison Limerick,
The Cowsills,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Surgeon,
The Slackers,
Smog,
Chris & Cosey,
Royal Trux,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry's Kids,
Zapp,
Interpol,
Joe Finger,
Los Fastidios,
Yaz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.