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 Serbia and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Boz Scaggs to the dance 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Popol Vuh,
Porter Ricks,
Dark Day,
ABC,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scion,
Underground Resistance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Sherman,
Connie Case,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mummies,
Blake Baxter,
Isaac Hayes,
Stiv Bators,
Althea and Donna,
Yusef Lateef,
The Golliwogs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Almond,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Archie Shepp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
AZ,
Shuggie Otis,
Scrapy,
Second Layer,
Altered Images,
MC5,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed,
David Bowie,
The Sound,
Pylon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Beau Brummels,
the Sonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Black Dice,
Moss Icon,
Bang On A Can,
Eric Dolphy,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Görl,
Silicon Teens,
Quantec,
Deadbeat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Evens,
The Slackers,
Janne Schatter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Index,
Sister Nancy,
The Gories,
Bobby Byrd,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.