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 Russia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Offenders to the techno 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Groovy Waters,
Scrapy,
Quadrant,
Sam Rivers,
Trumans Water,
Panda Bear,
The Kinks,
The Star Department,
Siglo XX,
E-Dancer,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Last Poets,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Surgeon,
Monks,
Quando Quango,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quantec,
Bluetip,
Parry Music,
New Age Steppers,
Idris Muhammad,
Unwound,
Mo-Dettes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cluster,
Nick Fraelich,
Rites of Spring,
Magazine,
Sun Ra,
The Divine Comedy,
Joe Finger,
Rotary Connection,
Cameo,
U.S. Maple,
Suicide,
Clear Light,
The Cramps,
The Selecter,
These Immortal Souls,
Eurythmics,
Excepter,
Kurtis Blow,
the Bar-Kays,
Wings,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Carl Craig,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Graham Central Station,
Q and Not U,
Fugazi,
Nirvana,
Iggy Pop,
Deepchord,
The Flesh Eaters,
Agitation Free,
Lower 48,
CMW,
Peter & Gordon,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.