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 Solomon Islands and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 This Heat to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
the Bar-Kays,
Rekid,
Gabor Szabo,
Slick Rick,
Althea and Donna,
One Last Wish,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Womack,
The Barracudas,
These Immortal Souls,
Siglo XX,
U.S. Maple,
Outsiders,
Skarface,
Reagan Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Seeds,
Simply Red,
Alison Limerick,
Kool Moe Dee,
10cc,
Eric Dolphy,
Visage,
The Move,
Trumans Water,
Camouflage,
Mission of Burma,
Quadrant,
Hot Snakes,
Skriet,
Dual Sessions,
Piero Umiliani,
Essential Logic,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Electric Prunes,
The Monks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zapp,
Throbbing Gristle,
Funkadelic,
The Gladiators,
Duran Duran,
Shoche,
Judy Mowatt,
Stereo Dub,
Second Layer,
The Skatalites,
Peter and Kerry,
Motorama,
Kaleidoscope,
Glenn Branca,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Human League,
Don Cherry,
Max Romeo,
The Angels of Light,
EPMD,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Görl,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.