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 Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Moss Icon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Excepter,
Deepchord,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jimmy McGriff,
10cc,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terry Callier,
Nas,
Iggy Pop,
Skriet,
Silicon Teens,
Quantec,
The Knickerbockers,
Tres Demented,
Theoretical Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry's Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dual Sessions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sällskapet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
D'Angelo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moss Icon,
Minutemen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Surgeon,
Sound Behaviour,
kango's stein massive,
The Associates,
Donny Hathaway,
Stetsasonic,
Animal Collective,
Country Teasers,
Sonic Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Dolphy,
Dark Day,
Harry Pussy,
Max Romeo,
The Dirtbombs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pussy Galore,
the Germs,
Vainqueur,
The Invisible,
Jeru the Damaja,
Qualms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Von Mondo,
Swans,
MC5,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.