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 Nepal and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 The Pretty Things to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
FM Einheit,
Nils Olav,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Byrd,
Sarah Menescal,
Scott Walker,
Deepchord,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Silicon Teens,
Gang of Four,
Leonard Cohen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Outsiders,
Organ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Guru Guru,
Procol Harum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
Absolute Body Control,
Newcleus,
Scratch Acid,
The Tremeloes,
Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
The Associates,
Japan,
Siglo XX,
Kas Product,
Stereo Dub,
Marvin Gaye,
Moebius,
The Buckinghams,
The Golliwogs,
Aloha Tigers,
Babytalk,
Barrington Levy,
The Count Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Pantytec,
Excepter,
Pantaleimon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Niagra,
Sällskapet,
Danielle Patucci,
The Grass Roots,
Oneida,
Junior Murvin,
The Five Americans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Unrelated Segments,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fela Kuti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Desert Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.