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 Swaziland and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 UT to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gichy Dan,
Ituana,
Pet Shop Boys,
Royal Trux,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Anakelly,
Todd Rundgren,
Byron Stingily,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Buzzcocks,
Rotary Connection,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ken Boothe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Accadde A,
Hardrive,
Ultravox,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sam Rivers,
T. Rex,
Eve St. Jones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Desert Stars,
Japan,
Stetsasonic,
The Seeds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerri Chandler,
Clear Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Danielle Patucci,
The Neon Judgement,
Warsaw,
Lower 48,
Sight & Sound,
the Slits,
Glambeats Corp.,
Heaven 17,
The Cramps,
Jacob Miller,
Sex Pistols,
a-ha,
Ultra Naté,
The Invisible,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Green,
Quadrant,
The Five Americans,
Swell Maps,
Graham Central Station,
Yazoo,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.