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 Eritrea 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Barrington Levy to the jazz 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Supertramp,
Clear Light,
Soft Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cure,
The Smoke,
Urselle,
The Index,
The Last Poets,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pierre Henry,
The Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bauhaus,
Marmalade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scion,
Minnie Riperton,
La Düsseldorf,
China Crisis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zapp,
The Birthday Party,
The Mummies,
Dave Gahan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Suburban Knight,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dual Sessions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scan 7,
The Toasters,
Monks,
Angry Samoans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hashim,
Smog,
Bill Near,
Morten Harket,
Basic Channel,
The Searchers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pylon,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pulsallama,
Josef K,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Litter,
The Happenings,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Flag,
Yaz,
the Normal,
Lakeside,
Kerri Chandler,
The Young Rascals,
Sällskapet,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.