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 Kyrgyzstan and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 The Moody Blues to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Fela Kuti,
Crime,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
Hoover,
La Düsseldorf,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mummies,
Quadrant,
Fugazi,
Morten Harket,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Magazine,
Amon Düül,
Tom Boy,
The Walker Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lungfish,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fuzztones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Basic Channel,
The Gap Band,
Easy Going,
New Order,
The Five Americans,
The Count Five,
Can,
Howard Jones,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül II,
AZ,
The Pretty Things,
Pussy Galore,
Yazoo,
Al Stewart,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pagans,
The Birthday Party,
Don Cherry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun Ra,
The Pop Group,
Eric B and Rakim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ponytail,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
PIL,
Prince Buster,
EPMD,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swell Maps,
Crooked Eye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Slits,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.