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 Ireland and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
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 Holger Czukay 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Susan Cadogan,
The Stooges,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Wake,
T.S.O.L.,
Scan 7,
Harmonia,
Electric Prunes,
Cluster,
The Blackbyrds,
Rapeman,
D'Angelo,
John Lydon,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Sherman,
Negative Approach,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultravox,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hoover,
Peter and Kerry,
Sam Rivers,
Skarface,
The Vogues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Durutti Column,
Marvin Gaye,
Mandrill,
Lalo Schifrin,
T. Rex,
the Human League,
Joe Smooth,
Black Sheep,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
Rakim,
Blake Baxter,
Main Source,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Can,
Black Bananas,
Fugazi,
Sonic Youth,
Duran Duran,
Newcleus,
B.T. Express,
The Angels of Light,
The Smiths,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Maleditus Sound,
Camouflage,
Barrington Levy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Technova,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.