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 South Africa and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
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 oboe 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Morten Harket,
Traffic Nightmare,
James White and The Blacks,
The Evens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gerry Rafferty,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rufus Thomas,
Darondo,
Soft Cell,
The J.B.'s,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
MDC,
Loose Ends,
OOIOO,
The Busters,
Liliput,
Scientists,
Toni Rubio,
Severed Heads,
Godley & Creme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Standells,
Jimmy McGriff,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Sherman,
D'Angelo,
The Cowsills,
The American Breed,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Terry,
Sällskapet,
Erykah Badu,
Minny Pops,
Terry Callier,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yusef Lateef,
Alton Ellis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Holt,
One Last Wish,
Motorama,
Audionom,
Organ,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Man Parrish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
10cc,
Jacques Brel,
T. Rex,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Halsall,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.