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 France and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roy Ayers to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Whodini,
Mark Hollis,
Henry Cow,
Janne Schatter,
Neu!,
Radio Birdman,
Michelle Simonal,
Max Romeo,
Tomorrow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ken Boothe,
The Index,
The Walker Brothers,
JFA,
Avey Tare,
Bush Tetras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Swans,
Jawbox,
Rites of Spring,
Delon & Dalcan,
Panda Bear,
Kurtis Blow,
Quando Quango,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brothers Johnson,
The Kinks,
Monks,
La Düsseldorf,
The Buckinghams,
Zero Boys,
In Retrospect,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Christie,
Robert Wyatt,
Thompson Twins,
The Remains,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Livin' Joy,
Shoche,
Roxy Music,
John Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Spandau Ballet,
Urselle,
Sonic Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Marc Almond,
Duran Duran,
Bill Wells,
Archie Shepp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Smog,
Brand Nubian,
Blake Baxter,
EPMD,
Cal Tjader,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.