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 Mauritania and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Gang Starr to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
The Pop Group,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed,
The Kinks,
48th St. Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
Shuggie Otis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flipper,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fortunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alison Limerick,
Country Teasers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Monks,
David McCallum,
Fluxion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camberwell Now,
The Martian,
Tommy Roe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joe Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Accadde A,
Gichy Dan,
Wolf Eyes,
Godley & Creme,
Erykah Badu,
Babytalk,
The Seeds,
Dennis Brown,
The Sound,
Hardrive,
Bronski Beat,
Das Ding,
Model 500,
Lyres,
Roger Hodgson,
Crooked Eye,
Youth Brigade,
The Associates,
Anthony Braxton,
DJ Style,
Barbara Tucker,
Circle Jerks,
Newcleus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Count Five,
The Angels of Light,
Rapeman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.