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 Kazakhstan and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
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 theremin 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 Simply Red to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young,
Marvin Gaye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Soft Cell,
Stetsasonic,
Kayak,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harmonia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Görl,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül II,
June of 44,
Tres Demented,
The Shadows of Knight,
Suburban Knight,
T.S.O.L.,
Yellowson,
Moby Grape,
Aswad,
the Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
L. Decosne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter and Kerry,
David McCallum,
The Gories,
Brand Nubian,
Todd Rundgren,
Cluster,
PIL,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siglo XX,
Babytalk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Unrelated Segments,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Misunderstood,
Rufus Thomas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
10cc,
Cybotron,
The Star Department,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pierre Henry,
Faust,
Sound Behaviour,
The Modern Lovers,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fuzztones,
cv313,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Japan,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.