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 Philippines and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eddi Front to the funk 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
Hashim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Hood,
Desert Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Nils Olav,
H. Thieme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed,
L. Decosne,
Chris Corsano,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxette,
Spandau Ballet,
Junior Murvin,
Fluxion,
This Heat,
Hardrive,
Black Flag,
Procol Harum,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sex Pistols,
Monolake,
Nirvana,
Rapeman,
One Last Wish,
The Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Residents,
the Sonics,
The United States of America,
Scrapy,
The Modern Lovers,
John Cale,
MDC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Music Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Moon,
Lakeside,
EPMD,
Alton Ellis,
a-ha,
DJ Sneak,
Tears for Fears,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aural Exciters,
Eli Mardock,
Marvin Gaye,
David Axelrod,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.