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 Papua New Guinea and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 In Retrospect to the punk 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Symarip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quando Quango,
One Last Wish,
Kas Product,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Erykah Badu,
Mission of Burma,
Scion,
Lalann,
New Age Steppers,
The Gun Club,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Association,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultra Naté,
Kerri Chandler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Standells,
Parry Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mummies,
Robert Wyatt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neu!,
U.S. Maple,
Rekid,
The Leaves,
Audionom,
Hot Snakes,
Liliput,
Blossom Toes,
The Moleskins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Happenings,
ABC,
Mars,
Connie Case,
Lee Hazlewood,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dead C,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
KRS-One,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Intrusion,
Infiniti,
Slave,
X-101,
World's Most,
Derrick Morgan,
Clear Light,
Ten City,
Davy DMX,
Mo-Dettes,
Rotary Connection,
Qualms,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.