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 Georgia and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Parry Music to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
The New Christs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Animal Collective,
Procol Harum,
Mr. Review,
The Dirtbombs,
X-101,
Yellowson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Christie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Anakelly,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
Depeche Mode,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alton Ellis,
The Mojo Men,
The Gories,
Popol Vuh,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pagans,
Marmalade,
Bluetip,
Dave Gahan,
Unrelated Segments,
Babytalk,
Symarip,
The Fugs,
The Invisible,
Brand Nubian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cybotron,
The Stooges,
La Düsseldorf,
Little Man,
Rufus Thomas,
Erykah Badu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Model 500,
Todd Terry,
ABBA,
Con Funk Shun,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sugar Minott,
Matthew Bourne,
Can,
Stetsasonic,
The Busters,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mo-Dettes,
Sex Pistols,
Guru Guru,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.