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 Saudi Arabia and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the disco 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
The Index,
Faust,
Inner City,
the Germs,
Thompson Twins,
Lungfish,
Tears for Fears,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stiv Bators,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minor Threat,
Moby Grape,
Kaleidoscope,
Von Mondo,
Surgeon,
Tubeway Army,
Slick Rick,
Newcleus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Names,
Make Up,
8 Eyed Spy,
Idris Muhammad,
Joe Finger,
The Monks,
Khruangbin,
David Axelrod,
Graham Central Station,
Moss Icon,
Cybotron,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gap Band,
The Black Dice,
kango's stein massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skaos,
Babytalk,
Soul II Soul,
Connie Case,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man,
Swell Maps,
The Smoke,
The Pretty Things,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Howard Jones,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Last Poets,
Hasil Adkins,
Outsiders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Interpol,
Morten Harket,
David Bowie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Goldenarms,
Agent Orange,
Camberwell Now,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.