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 Dominican Republic and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Donald Fagen 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 Supertramp to the techno 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
The Kinks,
Porter Ricks,
Fat Boys,
Mars,
Boz Scaggs,
Fluxion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Al Stewart,
New Order,
Nirvana,
Janne Schatter,
The Trojans,
Goldenarms,
John Foxx,
Can,
Gregory Isaacs,
ABBA,
Wire,
Lungfish,
Symarip,
Organ,
The J.B.'s,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angry Samoans,
Funkadelic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
LL Cool J,
Lindisfarne,
Althea and Donna,
Byron Stingily,
Brass Construction,
Zero Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Minnie Riperton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Glenn Branca,
Marine Girls,
Black Sheep,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
a-ha,
Ohio Players,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Victims,
The Count Five,
Young Marble Giants,
The Velvet Underground,
Zapp,
Echospace,
Brand Nubian,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
ABC,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.