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 El Salvador and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Average White Band to the funk 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mojo Men,
The Angels of Light,
Bob Dylan,
Nico,
U.S. Maple,
Maurizio,
Stiv Bators,
Au Pairs,
Josef K,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radio Birdman,
Toni Rubio,
the Human League,
Ultra Naté,
Livin' Joy,
Johnny Clarke,
Underground Resistance,
The Birthday Party,
Bauhaus,
Flash Fearless,
The United States of America,
Panda Bear,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echospace,
Brass Construction,
The Fall,
Television Personalities,
Fatback Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rekid,
Rufus Thomas,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Christie,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Red Krayola,
Amazonics,
cv313,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Hood,
The Leaves,
Scott Walker,
Danielle Patucci,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Lynne,
The Saints,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tim Buckley,
Agent Orange,
David McCallum,
Minor Threat,
Minnie Riperton,
Letta Mbulu,
The Blues Magoos,
John Coltrane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.