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 Bahrain and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ohio Players to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Danielle Patucci,
Erasure,
Slave,
Soul II Soul,
Simply Red,
DJ Sneak,
Young Marble Giants,
Nik Kershaw,
Clear Light,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronnie Foster,
John Holt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aloha Tigers,
Liliput,
The Durutti Column,
Sparks,
Franke,
The Fire Engines,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June of 44,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Surgeon,
Supertramp,
The Kinks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Main Source,
Kas Product,
Qualms,
Fear,
Brand Nubian,
Lungfish,
MC5,
Malaria!,
Second Layer,
Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
Colin Newman,
Dennis Brown,
Swell Maps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scion,
Bush Tetras,
Slick Rick,
Boz Scaggs,
cv313,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Guru Guru,
Youth Brigade,
Dave Gahan,
Sex Pistols,
K-Klass,
Maleditus Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Pole,
Sandy B,
Sixth Finger,
Minny Pops,
Tres Demented,
Mad Mike,
Tom Boy,
Amon Düül II,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.