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 Macedonia 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 The Doobie Brothers to the dance 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ossler,
Suicide,
the Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
The American Breed,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Standells,
Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
F. McDonald,
Cheater Slicks,
Technova,
KRS-One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
OOIOO,
Brothers Johnson,
48th St. Collective,
Black Sheep,
Juan Atkins,
Sparks,
Soft Machine,
Tomorrow,
Peter & Gordon,
Model 500,
T.S.O.L.,
Magma,
New Order,
Excepter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ludus,
The Music Machine,
Babytalk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
D'Angelo,
Stereo Dub,
PIL,
Wolf Eyes,
Mark Hollis,
Roxette,
Harmonia,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Television,
Skriet,
Delta 5,
Angry Samoans,
John Holt,
LL Cool J,
Fatback Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wasted Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Hot Snakes,
Brass Construction,
Kayak,
The Fall,
Johnny Clarke,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.