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 the UAE and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ajijia Myrayebe 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Model 500,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Von Mondo,
Cybotron,
E-Dancer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABC,
Pantaleimon,
Nico,
Visage,
One Last Wish,
Ronan,
Sight & Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roxette,
DNA,
Soulsonic Force,
Delta 5,
Susan Cadogan,
The Knickerbockers,
The Red Krayola,
The Offenders,
Roy Ayers,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
Roger Hodgson,
Shoche,
Quantec,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hashim,
The Dead C,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bootsy Collins,
Mandrill,
Donald Byrd,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Beau Brummels,
Loose Ends,
Tubeway Army,
Soft Cell,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Christie,
Flipper,
Jacques Brel,
cv313,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric Copeland,
The Blackbyrds,
Morten Harket,
the Human League,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.