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 Paraguay and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the funk 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hoover,
Buzzcocks,
Todd Terry,
DJ Sneak,
Lungfish,
Hashim,
La Düsseldorf,
PIL,
Sonic Youth,
Henry Cow,
Cheater Slicks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Danielle Patucci,
Colin Newman,
The Moody Blues,
China Crisis,
CMW,
Todd Rundgren,
Josef K,
U.S. Maple,
Jacob Miller,
Pylon,
Gong,
The Motions,
Niagra,
Janne Schatter,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spoonie Gee,
The Martian,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Fraelich,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Unrelated Segments,
8 Eyed Spy,
ABBA,
Oneida,
The Fuzztones,
Lebanon Hanover,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Animal Collective,
DNA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blake Baxter,
Swell Maps,
Mark Hollis,
Eric Dolphy,
Stereo Dub,
Erykah Badu,
Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
Nas,
Brothers Johnson,
Archie Shepp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shoche,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.