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 San Marino and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Trojans to the crunk 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monks,
Aswad,
Henry Cow,
The Dead C,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cymande,
Matthew Halsall,
Metal Thangz,
Alison Limerick,
The Black Dice,
Thee Headcoats,
Scratch Acid,
The Invisible,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doors,
Skarface,
Simply Red,
The Gap Band,
Patti Smith,
Q65,
The Happenings,
The Trojans,
Stetsasonic,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül II,
Prince Buster,
Fat Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Wyatt,
Yaz,
10cc,
Joe Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pole,
Animal Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter and Kerry,
Joy Division,
Pussy Galore,
Lalann,
Swans,
The Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
China Crisis,
Minnie Riperton,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Schoolly D,
Lakeside,
Au Pairs,
Oblivians,
Average White Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Von Mondo,
Chris Corsano,
Agent Orange,
The Fall,
Kurtis Blow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.