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 Mali and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Easy Going,
Rapeman,
the Normal,
Peter & Gordon,
Essential Logic,
Matthew Halsall,
Bush Tetras,
Average White Band,
Pantytec,
Pussy Galore,
Marmalade,
The Dead C,
Glambeats Corp.,
Accadde A,
X-102,
The American Breed,
Camouflage,
The Moleskins,
Japan,
Rod Modell,
Mr. Review,
The Slits,
Inner City,
the Human League,
Ultravox,
Hasil Adkins,
Basic Channel,
Thee Headcoats,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funkadelic,
Black Flag,
Von Mondo,
T. Rex,
Roy Ayers,
Duran Duran,
Minnie Riperton,
Section 25,
Dawn Penn,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soul II Soul,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arcadia,
Piero Umiliani,
Masters at Work,
Dual Sessions,
Blancmange,
Eurythmics,
AZ,
Archie Shepp,
Mars,
Jacob Miller,
Lungfish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
One Last Wish,
Bad Manners,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deepchord,
FM Einheit,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kerrie Biddell,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.