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 Saudi Arabia and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Erykah Badu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
the Sonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blossom Toes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nirvana,
The Music Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Colin Newman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Red Krayola,
Black Pus,
PIL,
Camouflage,
Anakelly,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Kinks,
Sarah Menescal,
Hot Snakes,
Fugazi,
Pantytec,
Eric Dolphy,
Royal Trux,
Erykah Badu,
Yusef Lateef,
Aloha Tigers,
Soulsonic Force,
U.S. Maple,
A Certain Ratio,
Deadbeat,
The Knickerbockers,
Ponytail,
Al Stewart,
Nas,
Pussy Galore,
The Golliwogs,
The Happenings,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABBA,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Johnny Clarke,
Cluster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alison Limerick,
Liliput,
Porter Ricks,
Fad Gadget,
The Associates,
Prince Buster,
Kurtis Blow,
Janne Schatter,
Duran Duran,
Funkadelic,
Y Pants,
The Fuzztones,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.