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 Austria and from London.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Steve Hackett 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Michelle Simonal,
Piero Umiliani,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crooked Eye,
The Motions,
Quantec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dave Gahan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skarface,
Pylon,
The Real Kids,
Wally Richardson,
Cal Tjader,
The Martian,
John Holt,
Boredoms,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare,
Gang of Four,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q65,
Rites of Spring,
The Seeds,
The Move,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Hill,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mad Mike,
Stereo Dub,
Parry Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Procol Harum,
Erasure,
Jeru the Damaja,
DNA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crash Course in Science,
a-ha,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lucky Dragons,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marcia Griffiths,
Unwound,
Swell Maps,
Gang Green,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Starr,
Junior Murvin,
Barbara Tucker,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Toasters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Visage,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
In Retrospect,
Black Bananas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.