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 Peru and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 The Index to the rap 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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The Fuzztones,
Wings,
Bob Dylan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Erasure,
Dave Gahan,
Index,
Anakelly,
OOIOO,
The Cure,
Banda Bassotti,
Half Japanese,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young,
Fad Gadget,
Yaz,
Los Fastidios,
Pole,
the Human League,
This Heat,
Eric Dolphy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Depeche Mode,
Oneida,
Deadbeat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Infiniti,
The United States of America,
Toni Rubio,
Blancmange,
Amon Düül II,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Curtis Mayfield,
K-Klass,
The Skatalites,
Thompson Twins,
Absolute Body Control,
Minnie Riperton,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Negative Approach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skriet,
The Moody Blues,
Boz Scaggs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
D'Angelo,
the Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nirvana,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.