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 Bangladesh and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Arab on Radar,
Arcadia,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mr. Review,
Mars,
Wire,
Khruangbin,
Cybotron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter and Kerry,
The Grass Roots,
Moss Icon,
Echospace,
The Gories,
The Vogues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scientists,
F. McDonald,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Organ,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nirvana,
Parry Music,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gladiators,
Marc Almond,
Sister Nancy,
Pylon,
Vainqueur,
This Heat,
Blancmange,
The Modern Lovers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Womack,
Barbara Tucker,
Shuggie Otis,
Amon Düül,
Lalo Schifrin,
Visage,
Byron Stingily,
Thompson Twins,
Godley & Creme,
Suburban Knight,
Newcleus,
Slave,
L. Decosne,
Scrapy,
Barrington Levy,
Eden Ahbez,
Qualms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Steve Hackett,
the Slits,
The Divine Comedy,
Franke,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.