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 Vanuatu and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Deepchord to the grunge 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
ABBA,
Roger Hodgson,
Steve Hackett,
Oblivians,
LL Cool J,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Make Up,
Bobby Womack,
Clear Light,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dual Sessions,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Main Source,
Half Japanese,
Todd Terry,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cure,
Bang On A Can,
The Birthday Party,
Camberwell Now,
Absolute Body Control,
Schoolly D,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quantec,
Donald Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
In Retrospect,
The Invisible,
Gang Starr,
The Young Rascals,
CMW,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Michelle Simonal,
UT,
Suburban Knight,
Terry Callier,
Brick,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Fraelich,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Grass Roots,
Excepter,
Pylon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bill Wells,
The American Breed,
Anakelly,
Rakim,
Massinfluence,
Gichy Dan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.