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 Djibouti and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes 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 L. Decosne to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Wire,
Wasted Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
DJ Style,
Japan,
Joe Smooth,
John Coltrane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cecil Taylor,
Zapp,
Supertramp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hashim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Animal Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
Rod Modell,
Barrington Levy,
Inner City,
The Last Poets,
Marmalade,
Trumans Water,
The Five Americans,
Echospace,
Joe Finger,
Steve Hackett,
The Monks,
Second Layer,
Graham Central Station,
Marine Girls,
The Star Department,
The Dead C,
K-Klass,
Harmonia,
Gong,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brick,
Fear,
8 Eyed Spy,
DNA,
Crime,
Bootsy Collins,
Fatback Band,
The Move,
Drive Like Jehu,
Saccharine Trust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cymande,
The Remains,
Babytalk,
The Victims,
the Fania All-Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultra Naté,
Lee Hazlewood,
Idris Muhammad,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.