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 United States and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Niagra to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rufus Thomas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lindisfarne,
Don Cherry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arab on Radar,
Ituana,
The Selecter,
10cc,
Symarip,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Babytalk,
Sparks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pussy Galore,
The Modern Lovers,
The Residents,
Minutemen,
Wasted Youth,
The Smiths,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Morten Harket,
The Divine Comedy,
Scrapy,
D'Angelo,
The Evens,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultravox,
The Cure,
Buzzcocks,
Leonard Cohen,
Con Funk Shun,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ronan,
Jawbox,
Steve Hackett,
Audionom,
the Association,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Doors,
Tom Boy,
The Gories,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Maurizio,
Kurtis Blow,
Pagans,
Flash Fearless,
The Techniques,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Invisible,
Severed Heads,
Newcleus,
Porter Ricks,
Sugar Minott,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.