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 Nepal and from London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Magma 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
ABBA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cluster,
Rekid,
Tommy Roe,
Audionom,
Spandau Ballet,
Index,
Malaria!,
Pylon,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zero Boys,
Rod Modell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tom Boy,
Joyce Sims,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter & Gordon,
Tres Demented,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
World's Most,
Hasil Adkins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Toasters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Procol Harum,
Neil Young,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heaven 17,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Leonard Cohen,
F. McDonald,
Juan Atkins,
Sister Nancy,
The Divine Comedy,
A Certain Ratio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siglo XX,
Maurizio,
FM Einheit,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Animal Collective,
The Misunderstood,
Janne Schatter,
Terrestrial Tones,
T.S.O.L.,
Jacques Brel,
Marine Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Brass Construction,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
EPMD,
Inner City,
Average White Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.