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 Paraguay and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Terry Callier,
Section 25,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Morten Harket,
The Stooges,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fat Boys,
Josef K,
The Raincoats,
The Gap Band,
Agitation Free,
Carl Craig,
Tubeway Army,
The Fire Engines,
This Heat,
John Lydon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Faraquet,
The Pretty Things,
Jesper Dahlback,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Laurel Aitken,
June Days,
The Moleskins,
Skarface,
The Modern Lovers,
Smog,
Grey Daturas,
Brass Construction,
Massinfluence,
DJ Style,
Dave Gahan,
Rosa Yemen,
Thompson Twins,
The Fugs,
The Dirtbombs,
The Toasters,
Aloha Tigers,
DNA,
Kayak,
Sam Rivers,
Nick Fraelich,
Michelle Simonal,
Stetsasonic,
Piero Umiliani,
Ten City,
Roy Ayers,
Wasted Youth,
The Selecter,
Cybotron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Man Parrish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dawn Penn,
Suburban Knight,
The Busters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.