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 Ecuador and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Aloha Tigers to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fugs,
Warsaw,
The Busters,
Sarah Menescal,
The Associates,
Jeff Lynne,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lindisfarne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flamin' Groovies,
Icehouse,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Green,
Rakim,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joy Division,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Organ,
Marc Almond,
Ice-T,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Görl,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crime,
Ultra Naté,
The Fall,
Angry Samoans,
Mission of Burma,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mojo Men,
The Smoke,
Loose Ends,
Camberwell Now,
The Modern Lovers,
Gichy Dan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Althea and Donna,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Josef K,
The Happenings,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pet Shop Boys,
In Retrospect,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.