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 Syria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
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 linndrum 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 Panda Bear to the funk 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
The Angels of Light,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Surgeon,
The Motions,
The Index,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Seeds,
A Certain Ratio,
Con Funk Shun,
Niagra,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül II,
Barry Ungar,
June of 44,
Hardrive,
The Associates,
PIL,
Mark Hollis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ronan,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joy Division,
Nas,
Al Stewart,
Parry Music,
Dead Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suicide,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aloha Tigers,
The Music Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Roy Ayers,
The Smoke,
Vainqueur,
David Axelrod,
Aaron Thompson,
Ralphi Rosario,
New Age Steppers,
Chris Corsano,
The American Breed,
Man Parrish,
Fat Boys,
Babytalk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Juan Atkins,
Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantaleimon,
Michelle Simonal,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sonics,
Brick,
Scion,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Soft Cell,
Sun Ra,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.