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 Palau and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Jeff Lynne,
Outsiders,
Sixth Finger,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Agent Orange,
Television Personalities,
Man Eating Sloth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Wyatt,
Janne Schatter,
The Dirtbombs,
Minnie Riperton,
Freddie Wadling,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lucky Dragons,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Divine Comedy,
Cybotron,
Harmonia,
Roxette,
Joe Finger,
The Martian,
Bang On A Can,
Zero Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Patti Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Surgeon,
Gong,
Procol Harum,
Black Flag,
Warren Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rod Modell,
The Techniques,
New Age Steppers,
The Knickerbockers,
Rakim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sparks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scrapy,
The Doobie Brothers,
K-Klass,
Bobby Womack,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Enemy,
The Durutti Column,
Sarah Menescal,
Donny Hathaway,
Delon & Dalcan,
Massinfluence,
Malaria!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.