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 Philippines and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Barbara Tucker,
Country Teasers,
Accadde A,
Hardrive,
Slave,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Theoretical Girls,
The Slits,
The Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
ABBA,
Agitation Free,
Junior Murvin,
Crime,
The Leaves,
Black Pus,
The Angels of Light,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tears for Fears,
EPMD,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Talk Talk,
Gang Green,
Rufus Thomas,
Eli Mardock,
Technova,
Parry Music,
Liliput,
Cameo,
Swans,
The Black Dice,
The Dave Clark Five,
AZ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blossom Toes,
Pulsallama,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skaos,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Trumans Water,
Bill Near,
Fad Gadget,
Fat Boys,
Clear Light,
Porter Ricks,
R.M.O.,
Mad Mike,
Barrington Levy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harry Pussy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pagans,
Barry Ungar,
Janne Schatter,
Ultravox,
Adolescents,
Skarface,
Eurythmics,
Judy Mowatt,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.