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 Israel and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the techno 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Eden Ahbez,
Negative Approach,
Absolute Body Control,
Lindisfarne,
Lyres,
Wire,
Oneida,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pantaleimon,
New Age Steppers,
Pylon,
Gerry Rafferty,
U.S. Maple,
Ronan,
Grey Daturas,
Ronnie Foster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wally Richardson,
The Cowsills,
the Normal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
Alphaville,
Jacques Brel,
Blossom Toes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tubeway Army,
Amon Düül,
Radiopuhelimet,
Das Ding,
Sandy B,
These Immortal Souls,
Masters at Work,
Rod Modell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Main Source,
Q65,
Pierre Henry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Swans,
This Heat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mary Jane Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
the Bar-Kays,
Pulsallama,
Morten Harket,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sparks,
Oblivians,
Rakim,
The Searchers,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Monochrome Set,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.