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 Mali and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joe Finger,
Agitation Free,
Jandek,
Y Pants,
Arthur Verocai,
Barrington Levy,
Little Man,
Roger Hodgson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Sheep,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeff Mills,
Roy Ayers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Divine Comedy,
Negative Approach,
Jacques Brel,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moby Grape,
Television Personalities,
48th St. Collective,
Nico,
Lalo Schifrin,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Halsall,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Goldenarms,
Symarip,
The Misunderstood,
Steve Hackett,
Brass Construction,
Chrome,
The Buckinghams,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pylon,
The Dead C,
Hasil Adkins,
Anthony Braxton,
Technova,
Schoolly D,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
T. Rex,
Yellowson,
Barry Ungar,
The Index,
Gastr Del Sol,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun City Girls,
Roxette,
Ludus,
Sarah Menescal,
The Happenings,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Newcleus,
Massinfluence,
Bronski Beat,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.