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 Andorra and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Metal Thangz to the punk 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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
DJ Sneak,
The Evens,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Main Source,
Ten City,
Yaz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roxette,
Metal Thangz,
DNA,
Thee Headcoats,
Malaria!,
KRS-One,
Davy DMX,
Sun City Girls,
Lungfish,
Carl Craig,
Marmalade,
Skaos,
Warsaw,
Wings,
Fear,
Q65,
Black Sheep,
Dave Gahan,
Chrome,
Todd Terry,
Rakim,
Inner City,
Kas Product,
Brand Nubian,
Faraquet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-102,
Roy Ayers,
Smog,
Joe Finger,
The Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Black Dice,
PIL,
The Martian,
Ponytail,
Kerri Chandler,
Dawn Penn,
Procol Harum,
The Standells,
Television,
The Raincoats,
Tom Boy,
Television Personalities,
Urselle,
Hoover,
Matthew Halsall,
Massinfluence,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crash Course in Science,
Nico,
Morten Harket,
The Music Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.