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 Ecuador and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 CMW to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Jacques Brel,
Shuggie Otis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blossom Toes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reuben Wilson,
Joey Negro,
David Axelrod,
Ronan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grauzone,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Divine Comedy,
Cybotron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dark Day,
La Düsseldorf,
Joyce Sims,
The Toasters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rekid,
Faraquet,
Panda Bear,
Marmalade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Red Krayola,
L. Decosne,
The Dead C,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed,
Suicide,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bang On A Can,
Anakelly,
The Busters,
Freddie Wadling,
Donny Hathaway,
Television,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thompson Twins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Coltrane,
The Monochrome Set,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Womack,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
CMW,
The Names,
Bobby Sherman,
James White and The Blacks,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minutemen,
Iggy Pop,
Ituana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
OOIOO,
Clear Light,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.