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 Turkey and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 These Immortal Souls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Con Funk Shun,
Joyce Sims,
Archie Shepp,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dirtbombs,
Graham Central Station,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swell Maps,
Alphaville,
The Real Kids,
Henry Cow,
OOIOO,
Kayak,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pylon,
Roger Hodgson,
Jandek,
John Holt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sarah Menescal,
The Trojans,
Infiniti,
Susan Cadogan,
World's Most,
The Mojo Men,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vainqueur,
Bauhaus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gabor Szabo,
Ohio Players,
Yazoo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
Maurizio,
Ice-T,
Charles Mingus,
Slave,
Sparks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Godley & Creme,
Spandau Ballet,
Barrington Levy,
Q and Not U,
Little Man,
Camouflage,
MDC,
Ultra Naté,
The Pretty Things,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantytec,
Scion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Axelrod,
The Fall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul II Soul,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Image Ltd.,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.