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 Mozambique and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Bill Wells to the rap 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Sonics,
David Bowie,
The Cramps,
The Cowsills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Hood,
Massinfluence,
Angry Samoans,
Quadrant,
Bobby Byrd,
Marine Girls,
Cymande,
LL Cool J,
Henry Cow,
Babytalk,
Cheater Slicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Görl,
Boredoms,
Blake Baxter,
Wings,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ralphi Rosario,
La Düsseldorf,
Darondo,
Crash Course in Science,
Kenny Larkin,
Deadbeat,
Bang On A Can,
Marvin Gaye,
Magazine,
The Grass Roots,
Bronski Beat,
Dual Sessions,
The Standells,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Whodini,
DNA,
Pulsallama,
Tres Demented,
The Count Five,
Severed Heads,
Colin Newman,
Scrapy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Reuben Wilson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang of Four,
Susan Cadogan,
Essential Logic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Osbourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Swans,
Easy Going,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.