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 Sudan and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Wyatt,
Nils Olav,
MC5,
Ossler,
Toni Rubio,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Grass Roots,
David McCallum,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The New Christs,
Arcadia,
Yellowson,
Harry Pussy,
Los Fastidios,
Glenn Branca,
Ten City,
The Mojo Men,
Scan 7,
Susan Cadogan,
Derrick May,
Simply Red,
Metal Thangz,
Angry Samoans,
The Black Dice,
Agent Orange,
Qualms,
Hashim,
Icehouse,
Mantronix,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grauzone,
Jeff Mills,
Eric B and Rakim,
Prince Buster,
Agitation Free,
The Wake,
Kurtis Blow,
Siglo XX,
Howard Jones,
F. McDonald,
Man Parrish,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Fraelich,
ABBA,
Y Pants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Althea and Donna,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Shuggie Otis,
Josef K,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alphaville,
Second Layer,
Groovy Waters,
The Monochrome Set,
Delon & Dalcan,
a-ha,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.