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 Argentina and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Mandrill 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Slackers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Hood,
The Neon Judgement,
Supertramp,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Parrish,
Fat Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Christie,
Sonny Sharrock,
Shuggie Otis,
Sixth Finger,
Bob Dylan,
Agitation Free,
Can,
Mantronix,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gichy Dan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Judy Mowatt,
Ice-T,
Wire,
Soul II Soul,
Echospace,
Idris Muhammad,
Inner City,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Halsall,
Quadrant,
Whodini,
The Leaves,
Alton Ellis,
Barbara Tucker,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeff Lynne,
Camouflage,
T. Rex,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gories,
Josef K,
10cc,
Sun City Girls,
Max Romeo,
Eurythmics,
Hardrive,
Patti Smith,
a-ha,
Flipper,
Grey Daturas,
Television,
Skriet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Residents,
Moebius,
The Names,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.