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 Brazil and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marmalade to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Wells,
The Beau Brummels,
The Pop Group,
Radiopuhelimet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
E-Dancer,
Soulsonic Force,
Steve Hackett,
Pagans,
Roxy Music,
UT,
Television Personalities,
Eric Copeland,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Görl,
The Gories,
Sugar Minott,
Joe Finger,
JFA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Liliput,
Minnie Riperton,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minny Pops,
the Sonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Symarip,
The Electric Prunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kayak,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Bananas,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Victims,
Man Eating Sloth,
Livin' Joy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Music Machine,
Yellowson,
The Fortunes,
The Leaves,
John Cale,
Organ,
X-101,
the Bar-Kays,
Excepter,
Scott Walker,
Outsiders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hot Snakes,
Joensuu 1685,
Newcleus,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fugs,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.