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 Turkey and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joe Finger to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
the Soft Cell,
Hasil Adkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Letta Mbulu,
Vainqueur,
Accadde A,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yazoo,
Suicide,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drexciya,
Q65,
Massinfluence,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aaron Thompson,
Supertramp,
The Tremeloes,
Oneida,
Terry Callier,
Gabor Szabo,
The Slackers,
LL Cool J,
Sparks,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Y Pants,
The Angels of Light,
Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Lungfish,
CMW,
The Birthday Party,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sex Pistols,
Donny Hathaway,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barrington Levy,
The Motions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Leaves,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Beau Brummels,
Erasure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nico,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Excepter,
The Cure,
Fela Kuti,
PIL,
Eric B and Rakim,
Freddie Wadling,
Lakeside,
Tears for Fears,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.