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 Bangladesh and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 David Bowie 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 Dorothy Ashby to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moody Blues,
X-101,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Wells,
Man Eating Sloth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Toni Rubio,
the Sonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Andrew Hill,
Bob Dylan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Colin Newman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker,
Soulsonic Force,
The Black Dice,
New Order,
Second Layer,
Man Parrish,
Yellowson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Shoche,
Isaac Hayes,
Mark Hollis,
Ten City,
Rufus Thomas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Animal Collective,
Sandy B,
Dual Sessions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Depeche Mode,
10cc,
Young Marble Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
Faust,
Mr. Review,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Oblivians,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neil Young,
The Names,
Symarip,
Erasure,
T.S.O.L.,
Pussy Galore,
Hasil Adkins,
Goldenarms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Stooges,
Cymande,
Skarface,
Joe Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.