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 Dominican Republic and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fela Kuti to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mummies,
Morten Harket,
U.S. Maple,
Joe Finger,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jandek,
Ten City,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nils Olav,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cymande,
Groovy Waters,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fall,
Brick,
Buzzcocks,
Nik Kershaw,
Scientists,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thee Headcoats,
Guru Guru,
Howard Jones,
Swans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Happenings,
Terry Callier,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brothers Johnson,
MDC,
Drive Like Jehu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Newcleus,
John Coltrane,
Eli Mardock,
The Standells,
Agent Orange,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter & Gordon,
Marine Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Judy Mowatt,
T.S.O.L.,
Aural Exciters,
Brand Nubian,
Q65,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ponytail,
The Fuzztones,
Wasted Youth,
Simply Red,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Qualms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Smiths,
Yusef Lateef,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.