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 Estonia and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Simply Red to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Icehouse,
Grey Daturas,
The J.B.'s,
Albert Ayler,
Lower 48,
JFA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Masters at Work,
the Sonics,
Ken Boothe,
Main Source,
Mission of Burma,
Talk Talk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flash Fearless,
the Soft Cell,
X-101,
Cal Tjader,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bad Manners,
DJ Sneak,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Thompson Twins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Goldenarms,
Moby Grape,
Banda Bassotti,
Gichy Dan,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Slits,
John Foxx,
Eric Dolphy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sister Nancy,
Sarah Menescal,
Ronnie Foster,
Barrington Levy,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Reagan Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slave,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Zapp,
Lungfish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Prince Buster,
Hot Snakes,
Soul II Soul,
The New Christs,
Amazonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
H. Thieme,
Qualms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sandy B,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can 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.