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 Indonesia and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 H. Thieme to the electroclash 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Max Romeo,
Iggy Pop,
Mars,
Todd Rundgren,
Fear,
The Invisible,
The Vogues,
Minnie Riperton,
Yaz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zapp,
The Motions,
The Real Kids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terrestrial Tones,
DJ Sneak,
The Happenings,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Porter Ricks,
The Index,
Carl Craig,
Harry Pussy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amazonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pussy Galore,
The Searchers,
Malaria!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Freddie Wadling,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Wake,
Dave Gahan,
Kas Product,
Eurythmics,
Altered Images,
Cecil Taylor,
Mark Hollis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Television Personalities,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare,
Chrome,
Roxette,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sandy B,
Hasil Adkins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vainqueur,
The Five Americans,
The Pop Group,
Vladislav Delay,
Erykah Badu,
Easy Going,
Von Mondo,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Babytalk,
Eric Copeland,
Magma,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.