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 Guatemala and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 The Divine Comedy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
The Pop Group,
Ludus,
Altered Images,
Max Romeo,
Dead Boys,
The Fugs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Sherman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aural Exciters,
Jeff Lynne,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cowsills,
The Flesh Eaters,
Danielle Patucci,
Liliput,
DNA,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiohead,
The Last Poets,
Reagan Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oblivians,
Banda Bassotti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
Alice Coltrane,
Swans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Zapp,
Ken Boothe,
The Fall,
Joe Smooth,
Theoretical Girls,
Icehouse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rosa Yemen,
Flash Fearless,
Marc Almond,
FM Einheit,
Cameo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Q65,
Saccharine Trust,
Negative Approach,
Spandau Ballet,
The Litter,
Pulsallama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Human League,
L. Decosne,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.