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 Bolivia and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 David McCallum to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Archie Shepp,
cv313,
Slick Rick,
Pylon,
The Neon Judgement,
Reagan Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Procol Harum,
Desert Stars,
David Bowie,
Aloha Tigers,
MC5,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cybotron,
Mission of Burma,
The Gladiators,
Harpers Bizarre,
Idris Muhammad,
Albert Ayler,
D'Angelo,
The Blues Magoos,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harry Pussy,
Minnie Riperton,
Tom Boy,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeff Lynne,
The Wake,
Colin Newman,
Con Funk Shun,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dead C,
Mandrill,
Lakeside,
Marc Almond,
Black Moon,
ABBA,
Roxette,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sight & Sound,
Marmalade,
The Residents,
Rites of Spring,
The Real Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radio Birdman,
Brick,
Cymande,
Delta 5,
Ultra Naté,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Wyatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
T.S.O.L.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.