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 Sudan and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 The Blues Magoos to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kerri Chandler,
Gong,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mary Jane Girls,
MDC,
R.M.O.,
Marshall Jefferson,
10cc,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare,
Pulsallama,
Aaron Thompson,
Radiohead,
Slick Rick,
Letta Mbulu,
Sight & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Hasil Adkins,
Chrome,
Black Pus,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül II,
The Five Americans,
Lebanon Hanover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sam Rivers,
Dark Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radio Birdman,
Mo-Dettes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mark Hollis,
The Mojo Men,
Ice-T,
Delta 5,
Mad Mike,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skarface,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terry Callier,
Idris Muhammad,
Heaven 17,
ABC,
kango's stein massive,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Hood,
Theoretical Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Audionom,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rosa Yemen,
Schoolly D,
Joy Division,
Fad Gadget,
Wasted Youth,
Cybotron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxette,
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.