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 Indonesia and from Philadelphia.
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 Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soul Sonic Force to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed,
T. Rex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
LL Cool J,
Shoche,
Robert Görl,
Erasure,
Joy Division,
Eric Dolphy,
Eve St. Jones,
Leonard Cohen,
Prince Buster,
PIL,
The Slits,
Eric Copeland,
Gichy Dan,
Can,
Brothers Johnson,
The Count Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Joe Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Tremeloes,
Alice Coltrane,
The Toasters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
K-Klass,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Victims,
Brass Construction,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Underground Resistance,
Quantec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
F. McDonald,
Wings,
Slave,
Silicon Teens,
Visage,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nik Kershaw,
Don Cherry,
Isaac Hayes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Womack,
Sixth Finger,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare,
The Wake,
Soft Machine,
Inner City,
Derrick May,
Magma,
L. Decosne,
Cymande,
Marc Almond,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.