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 Slovakia and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roxette to the dance 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Quando Quango,
The Leaves,
The Fall,
Brothers Johnson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Liliput,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Thompson Twins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Human League,
Jeff Mills,
David Axelrod,
The Cramps,
Blake Baxter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Make Up,
The Count Five,
New Age Steppers,
Zero Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Wells,
Gang Starr,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minnie Riperton,
Icehouse,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-Ray Spex,
Sällskapet,
Ronan,
The Saints,
Deepchord,
The Five Americans,
The Happenings,
T.S.O.L.,
Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grauzone,
Talk Talk,
Sarah Menescal,
Susan Cadogan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Freddie Wadling,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Copeland,
Bill Near,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Henry Cow,
Desert Stars,
The Slackers,
Television Personalities,
Cheater Slicks,
Popol Vuh,
The United States of America,
Graham Central Station,
Unwound,
Can,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.