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 the UAE and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Quadrant to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Basic Channel,
Barrington Levy,
Dark Day,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radio Birdman,
Altered Images,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Raincoats,
Masters at Work,
The Searchers,
Scientists,
John Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skarface,
Circle Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Con Funk Shun,
Scratch Acid,
Eddi Front,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ossler,
Cameo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pagans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
8 Eyed Spy,
EPMD,
Davy DMX,
Talk Talk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chrome,
F. McDonald,
ABC,
Minny Pops,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Rod Modell,
Rhythm & Sound,
The American Breed,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul II Soul,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camouflage,
The Busters,
The Birthday Party,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marcia Griffiths,
These Immortal Souls,
Country Teasers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Duran Duran,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grey Daturas,
Average White Band,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.