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 Peru and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Susan Cadogan to the rap 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Jeru the Damaja,
Intrusion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Techniques,
Mr. Review,
Grauzone,
EPMD,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pagans,
Glenn Branca,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oneida,
Wasted Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Symarip,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ossler,
Clear Light,
The Move,
Absolute Body Control,
the Sonics,
Yellowson,
La Düsseldorf,
Deakin,
The Five Americans,
Liliput,
Lyres,
The Walker Brothers,
In Retrospect,
H. Thieme,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mojo Men,
Kaleidoscope,
Tomorrow,
Scan 7,
Rhythm & Sound,
Faraquet,
Roxy Music,
DJ Sneak,
Black Sheep,
Skaos,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Audionom,
The New Christs,
Gabor Szabo,
The Star Department,
Technova,
Wire,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skarface,
LL Cool J,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Toasters,
Sam Rivers,
Janne Schatter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultra Naté,
T.S.O.L.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Bourne,
Country Teasers,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.