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 Japan 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rotary Connection to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Minor Threat,
Glenn Branca,
The Saints,
Fear,
Slick Rick,
Roger Hodgson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Maleditus Sound,
New York Dolls,
Yusef Lateef,
The Smoke,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quantec,
The Martian,
Yazoo,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Vogues,
Neil Young,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Guru Guru,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fortunes,
Ohio Players,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
EPMD,
David Axelrod,
Funky Four + One,
CMW,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
The Kinks,
Deakin,
Lakeside,
World's Most,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Velvet Underground,
X-102,
Pierre Henry,
Sandy B,
Sight & Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Womack,
DNA,
Byron Stingily,
Peter and Kerry,
Camberwell Now,
Delta 5,
Nico,
Quadrant,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gichy Dan,
Rapeman,
Franke,
The Evens,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.