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 Liberia and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
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 mellotron 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 Ultimate Spinach to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Panda Bear,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Laurel Aitken,
Groovy Waters,
Siglo XX,
Brothers Johnson,
Television Personalities,
Main Source,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wire,
D'Angelo,
The Stooges,
Chrome,
Delon & Dalcan,
UT,
Suicide,
Kool Moe Dee,
DJ Style,
Monolake,
The Sound,
John Holt,
The Star Department,
Lindisfarne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roxette,
The Misunderstood,
Freddie Wadling,
the Association,
Idris Muhammad,
Blake Baxter,
Gong,
The Music Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Sister Nancy,
Juan Atkins,
Ohio Players,
cv313,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
Magma,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Starr,
Marc Almond,
Kaleidoscope,
China Crisis,
Animal Collective,
Cybotron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Happenings,
Masters at Work,
Althea and Donna,
Don Cherry,
Donny Hathaway,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Zeros,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.