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 Bhutan and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Swell Maps,
June Days,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tubeway Army,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cal Tjader,
Toni Rubio,
Aaron Thompson,
Accadde A,
Aswad,
Deadbeat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Loose Ends,
The Zeros,
Rites of Spring,
The Velvet Underground,
Moby Grape,
Crime,
Albert Ayler,
Circle Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Prunes,
Y Pants,
Little Man,
U.S. Maple,
The Dirtbombs,
the Normal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
Andrew Hill,
Sugar Minott,
Roxy Music,
The Cramps,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Happenings,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brass Construction,
The Electric Prunes,
Aloha Tigers,
Malaria!,
Boredoms,
Stiv Bators,
Carl Craig,
Faust,
The Red Krayola,
Crooked Eye,
One Last Wish,
The Human League,
Don Cherry,
Camberwell Now,
Bluetip,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joey Negro,
The Fortunes,
Byron Stingily,
Marc Almond,
Nation of Ulysses,
Das Ding,
The Skatalites,
Shoche,
Lyres,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.