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 St Lucia and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Cymande to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Ken Boothe,
Judy Mowatt,
Harmonia,
The Raincoats,
Franke,
EPMD,
Supertramp,
Laurel Aitken,
Cybotron,
Clear Light,
F. McDonald,
The Birthday Party,
Agitation Free,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Animal Collective,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gabor Szabo,
Surgeon,
The Associates,
Joe Smooth,
Subhumans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sällskapet,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Human League,
Alice Coltrane,
Boz Scaggs,
Warren Ellis,
Jacob Miller,
The Smoke,
Barry Ungar,
Public Enemy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crime,
Au Pairs,
Terry Callier,
The Names,
JFA,
Country Teasers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Maurizio,
Fela Kuti,
T.S.O.L.,
Symarip,
Tim Buckley,
Television Personalities,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Wells,
Make Up,
David Bowie,
Soul Sonic Force,
Can,
Circle Jerks,
Q and Not U,
The Human League,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monks,
U.S. Maple,
Eddi Front,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.