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 Netherlands and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Television Personalities to the rap 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eddi Front,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
The Skatalites,
The Martian,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lyres,
10cc,
Roy Ayers,
Aaron Thompson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
a-ha,
Black Flag,
Basic Channel,
Thompson Twins,
Alison Limerick,
Young Marble Giants,
Pulsallama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Guru Guru,
Con Funk Shun,
Pierre Henry,
Anakelly,
PIL,
Brick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kas Product,
Cecil Taylor,
Fugazi,
Theoretical Girls,
Sam Rivers,
DNA,
The Trojans,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
Ten City,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonic Youth,
the Slits,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fat Boys,
Al Stewart,
Henry Cow,
Camberwell Now,
Jandek,
The Moleskins,
Dual Sessions,
Simply Red,
Donald Byrd,
Tomorrow,
Unrelated Segments,
Pussy Galore,
MC5,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.