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 Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gong to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Au Pairs,
Scion,
Scan 7,
Television,
Kevin Saunderson,
F. McDonald,
JFA,
Todd Terry,
Arthur Verocai,
The Red Krayola,
Gastr Del Sol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Talk Talk,
Second Layer,
K-Klass,
Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Archie Shepp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scrapy,
Con Funk Shun,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlback,
Infiniti,
A Certain Ratio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Hill,
Ossler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tim Buckley,
Monks,
Trumans Water,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funkadelic,
Idris Muhammad,
Echospace,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Accadde A,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
The Doors,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monks,
Joyce Sims,
The Toasters,
10cc,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nico,
The Detroit Cobras,
These Immortal Souls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Leonard Cohen,
Ituana,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Age Steppers,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.