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 Madagascar 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Funkadelic to the grunge 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
the Fania All-Stars,
Talk Talk,
Eve St. Jones,
Amon Düül,
Little Man,
Shoche,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Metal Thangz,
Cal Tjader,
Hashim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris Corsano,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angry Samoans,
Motorama,
Girls At Our Best!,
Darondo,
Bluetip,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Victims,
Matthew Halsall,
The Slits,
The Stooges,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mark Hollis,
Average White Band,
Duran Duran,
Tres Demented,
Bootsy Collins,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fall,
Absolute Body Control,
June of 44,
Panda Bear,
Dave Gahan,
The Misunderstood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric Copeland,
One Last Wish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Birthday Party,
Yazoo,
Kaleidoscope,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brothers Johnson,
Sällskapet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
KRS-One,
E-Dancer,
Radio Birdman,
Bob Dylan,
Infiniti,
B.T. Express,
Letta Mbulu,
Donald Byrd,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.