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 Iraq and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Whodini to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Theoretical Girls,
10cc,
Camberwell Now,
Graham Central Station,
Bootsy Collins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Junior Murvin,
Albert Ayler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
This Heat,
Gang of Four,
Banda Bassotti,
Isaac Hayes,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül,
Dennis Brown,
Q and Not U,
Average White Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Pole,
Echospace,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultra Naté,
EPMD,
Arab on Radar,
Excepter,
Vainqueur,
The Fuzztones,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pulsallama,
Neil Young,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Television,
The Buckinghams,
Slave,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sun Ra,
the Germs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Technova,
The Slits,
Dual Sessions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Hood,
Aural Exciters,
Circle Jerks,
Quantec,
Cal Tjader,
Porter Ricks,
The Skatalites,
Rotary Connection,
The Selecter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.