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 Malaysia and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the jazz 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Sister Nancy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Boogie Down Productions,
Depeche Mode,
Swell Maps,
Todd Rundgren,
The Raincoats,
The Busters,
Technova,
The Fuzztones,
Brick,
Suicide,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-102,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jawbox,
Bang On A Can,
The Dead C,
Joe Finger,
Accadde A,
Public Enemy,
X-101,
The Evens,
Darondo,
Danielle Patucci,
Roy Ayers,
JFA,
Youth Brigade,
KRS-One,
Tubeway Army,
Liliput,
Sonny Sharrock,
EPMD,
Tears for Fears,
The Blackbyrds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quantec,
Black Moon,
Mantronix,
Eric B and Rakim,
Simply Red,
Bad Manners,
The Birthday Party,
Wolf Eyes,
Chris Corsano,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Agitation Free,
John Holt,
Trumans Water,
Blake Baxter,
Deakin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Sherman,
Silicon Teens,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.