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 Nauru and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Grey Daturas to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
Motorama,
Dead Boys,
Urselle,
Quando Quango,
John Coltrane,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fuzztones,
Minor Threat,
Alphaville,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skriet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Derrick May,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hardrive,
Flipper,
Joyce Sims,
Thee Headcoats,
Sällskapet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Guru Guru,
The Toasters,
Mark Hollis,
The Black Dice,
The Saints,
The Cramps,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Derrick Morgan,
Oneida,
10cc,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kurtis Blow,
Ossler,
PIL,
Outsiders,
Simply Red,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mandrill,
Alison Limerick,
Harry Pussy,
Country Teasers,
Can,
Glenn Branca,
The Fugs,
UT,
Donny Hathaway,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scientists,
Godley & Creme,
Warsaw,
Qualms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.