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 Somalia and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lalo Schifrin to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cluster,
Andrew Hill,
The Names,
Freddie Wadling,
Y Pants,
The Fire Engines,
Joensuu 1685,
June Days,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kerri Chandler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sound Behaviour,
PIL,
Model 500,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ituana,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Sherman,
Urselle,
Panda Bear,
Nas,
Spandau Ballet,
Sparks,
Matthew Halsall,
Pierre Henry,
Ornette Coleman,
Rotary Connection,
The Raincoats,
Ponytail,
Sarah Menescal,
Silicon Teens,
Iggy Pop,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sex Pistols,
Rites of Spring,
The Blues Magoos,
Sister Nancy,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Maleditus Sound,
AZ,
Roy Ayers,
Lower 48,
Henry Cow,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moby Grape,
Blossom Toes,
The Beau Brummels,
Danielle Patucci,
Carl Craig,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxy Music,
Jawbox,
Howard Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Television,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.