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 Qatar 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Skarface to the crunk 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
E-Dancer,
Index,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Terry,
Robert Hood,
Cal Tjader,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare,
Lalann,
Scientists,
Crime,
DJ Sneak,
Hardrive,
Ken Boothe,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smoke,
Urselle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Neon Judgement,
Joyce Sims,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fatback Band,
Surgeon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Absolute Body Control,
Depeche Mode,
The Sound,
Terry Callier,
Blossom Toes,
Blake Baxter,
Judy Mowatt,
The Misunderstood,
The Fugs,
Supertramp,
Delta 5,
Sparks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vainqueur,
Faust,
Carl Craig,
Masters at Work,
Camberwell Now,
Bronski Beat,
the Bar-Kays,
Sight & Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Technova,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amazonics,
The Five Americans,
B.T. Express,
Arab on Radar,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Sherman,
Glenn Branca,
Thee Headcoats,
Fad Gadget,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Von Mondo,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.