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 Niger and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Ponytail to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-Ray Spex,
Joey Negro,
Sparks,
Los Fastidios,
The Five Americans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rakim,
Terry Callier,
The Dirtbombs,
The United States of America,
Flipper,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moody Blues,
Drexciya,
Radio Birdman,
The Knickerbockers,
The Music Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harmonia,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultravox,
Darondo,
The Standells,
Marmalade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
B.T. Express,
Donny Hathaway,
Average White Band,
Eurythmics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang of Four,
Robert Hood,
Guru Guru,
Piero Umiliani,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Byrd,
Deakin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Christie,
the Slits,
Soul II Soul,
Kurtis Blow,
E-Dancer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minnie Riperton,
Sound Behaviour,
OOIOO,
Youth Brigade,
Marshall Jefferson,
Popol Vuh,
The Raincoats,
Sam Rivers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Count Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.