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 Sri Lanka and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Happenings to the techno 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Shuggie Otis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Albert Ayler,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Seeds,
The Music Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric Dolphy,
The Golliwogs,
Thee Headcoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gories,
The Sound,
Monks,
Buzzcocks,
Nick Fraelich,
Al Stewart,
Brick,
Nirvana,
The American Breed,
Bronski Beat,
Bootsy Collins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Adolescents,
Essential Logic,
The Modern Lovers,
Y Pants,
Bobby Womack,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sparks,
Panda Bear,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crash Course in Science,
Blossom Toes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David McCallum,
Sight & Sound,
Arcadia,
Suicide,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Finger,
The Toasters,
Chrome,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Starr,
The Slits,
Cymande,
Motorama,
Metal Thangz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Byrd,
Charles Mingus,
Grey Daturas,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.