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 Mali and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Gabor Szabo to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Deakin,
Negative Approach,
Cameo,
Alphaville,
Yazoo,
Minny Pops,
Joy Division,
Funky Four + One,
Roger Hodgson,
Wings,
Danielle Patucci,
Underground Resistance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Intrusion,
MC5,
Glenn Branca,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Angry Samoans,
Dennis Brown,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Parrish,
Eli Mardock,
Eden Ahbez,
Excepter,
Eric Copeland,
Tubeway Army,
Loose Ends,
E-Dancer,
Roy Ayers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
D'Angelo,
Barbara Tucker,
Bronski Beat,
The Buckinghams,
Stiv Bators,
Kaleidoscope,
The Wake,
Oneida,
The Gun Club,
Althea and Donna,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terrestrial Tones,
Depeche Mode,
H. Thieme,
The Monochrome Set,
EPMD,
Yellowson,
Essential Logic,
Thee Headcoats,
June Days,
the Association,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
KRS-One,
Quantec,
JFA,
Index,
The Durutti Column,
Henry Cow,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.