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 Maldives 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Public Enemy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alison Limerick,
Dual Sessions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Germs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thompson Twins,
Sight & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Marmalade,
Sarah Menescal,
Ronan,
KRS-One,
X-101,
DJ Style,
Shuggie Otis,
Saccharine Trust,
Sparks,
Cymande,
Colin Newman,
Funky Four + One,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eurythmics,
the Bar-Kays,
Roxy Music,
The Star Department,
the Association,
Crooked Eye,
Symarip,
Eric Copeland,
Agent Orange,
The Angels of Light,
Sällskapet,
The Black Dice,
Ponytail,
cv313,
Spoonie Gee,
Man Eating Sloth,
Faraquet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cramps,
The Evens,
Barbara Tucker,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The United States of America,
Rapeman,
Wings,
Stiv Bators,
Metal Thangz,
the Slits,
Letta Mbulu,
Pagans,
Danielle Patucci,
The Durutti Column,
The Fuzztones,
New Age Steppers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.