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 Guatemala and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eve St. Jones to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
The Wake,
DNA,
Ronan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Can,
Shoche,
Kas Product,
One Last Wish,
Mission of Burma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lungfish,
T. Rex,
B.T. Express,
48th St. Collective,
Motorama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joey Negro,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suburban Knight,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Pretty Things,
Wire,
The Misunderstood,
Brand Nubian,
Animal Collective,
Robert Hood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Infiniti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-101,
Basic Channel,
Eden Ahbez,
Minnie Riperton,
Patti Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Fad Gadget,
Sarah Menescal,
Erasure,
X-Ray Spex,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Last Poets,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joe Smooth,
Camouflage,
Alice Coltrane,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tubeway Army,
Crime,
Jerry's Kids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Five Americans,
Von Mondo,
Japan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Q and Not U,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.