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 Romania and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 K-Klass to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lucky Dragons,
Television,
Terry Callier,
The Gap Band,
Davy DMX,
Organ,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
Eurythmics,
The Index,
Smog,
Shoche,
Todd Terry,
Public Enemy,
Metal Thangz,
Skaos,
Judy Mowatt,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Angels of Light,
The Pretty Things,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tres Demented,
Flipper,
Fad Gadget,
Arcadia,
John Holt,
Ornette Coleman,
The Monks,
JFA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Clear Light,
Bobby Hutcherson,
kango's stein massive,
Oneida,
Tom Boy,
Cybotron,
Gregory Isaacs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Young Rascals,
The Walker Brothers,
Jawbox,
DNA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Bananas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pharoah Sanders,
K-Klass,
Oblivians,
ABC,
Carl Craig,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eden Ahbez,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Christie,
Joyce Sims,
The J.B.'s,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.