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 Benin and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Judy Mowatt to the grunge 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Saints,
Anakelly,
The Techniques,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Make Up,
Dark Day,
Metal Thangz,
JFA,
Skarface,
Visage,
One Last Wish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jandek,
Blake Baxter,
Rosa Yemen,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra,
Accadde A,
The Raincoats,
Leonard Cohen,
Simply Red,
kango's stein massive,
Roxy Music,
Popol Vuh,
Black Pus,
Malaria!,
Fluxion,
Chris & Cosey,
Flash Fearless,
Crash Course in Science,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Smoke,
Parry Music,
These Immortal Souls,
Oneida,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed,
Erykah Badu,
Todd Rundgren,
Chrome,
The Fuzztones,
CMW,
Sound Behaviour,
Lower 48,
The Move,
FM Einheit,
In Retrospect,
Organ,
Black Moon,
The Cramps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Happenings,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Standells,
Zero Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.