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 Cambodia and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Motions to the funk 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Technova,
The American Breed,
This Heat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Funkadelic,
Drexciya,
Mars,
The Saints,
Faust,
Moby Grape,
The Fugs,
Zapp,
Joe Finger,
Godley & Creme,
Davy DMX,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kenny Larkin,
Altered Images,
The New Christs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dawn Penn,
Stetsasonic,
Cluster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arcadia,
Bizarre Inc.,
Don Cherry,
ABBA,
The Beau Brummels,
Cal Tjader,
Mark Hollis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oneida,
Siglo XX,
Ludus,
Wolf Eyes,
Barrington Levy,
Grey Daturas,
Maleditus Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Black Sheep,
Lalo Schifrin,
Loose Ends,
The Smoke,
the Normal,
John Cale,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Machine,
a-ha,
Minor Threat,
Agitation Free,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.