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 Saudi Arabia and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Loose Ends to the disco 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Vogues,
Guru Guru,
June of 44,
The Martian,
48th St. Collective,
Adolescents,
Todd Rundgren,
Marshall Jefferson,
F. McDonald,
Duran Duran,
Eli Mardock,
Wire,
Subhumans,
Anthony Braxton,
The Move,
Von Mondo,
Erykah Badu,
The Selecter,
Ponytail,
Blancmange,
The Slackers,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Lynne,
Yaz,
Make Up,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skaos,
Average White Band,
Second Layer,
Dual Sessions,
Reuben Wilson,
Juan Atkins,
Kurtis Blow,
Au Pairs,
Donald Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Pretty Things,
James White and The Blacks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Procol Harum,
Aural Exciters,
EPMD,
Gang Starr,
The Evens,
Boredoms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Buzzcocks,
Jawbox,
The Kinks,
Jandek,
Tears for Fears,
The Modern Lovers,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Copeland,
Mad Mike,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.