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 Brunei and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Johnny Osbourne to the jazz 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
The Associates,
John Foxx,
K-Klass,
Agitation Free,
The J.B.'s,
Alphaville,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hashim,
Deakin,
Jacob Miller,
Maurizio,
Charles Mingus,
the Slits,
LL Cool J,
Boz Scaggs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Livin' Joy,
The Skatalites,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Moon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-Ray Spex,
Rotary Connection,
Delta 5,
Amazonics,
Q65,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
MDC,
The Grass Roots,
Basic Channel,
Gong,
Dawn Penn,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wire,
Eden Ahbez,
Swell Maps,
Gang Starr,
Bootsy Collins,
Whodini,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Don Cherry,
Sarah Menescal,
Average White Band,
Lower 48,
Maleditus Sound,
E-Dancer,
T.S.O.L.,
The Five Americans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Zero Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.