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 Qatar and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the punk 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
John Holt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gong,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Spoonie Gee,
The Move,
Eric B and Rakim,
Derrick May,
Eli Mardock,
Rites of Spring,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ohio Players,
Nirvana,
Arab on Radar,
The Birthday Party,
The Slits,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dead C,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris Corsano,
Danielle Patucci,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
Oblivians,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Saints,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Residents,
The Gladiators,
The Litter,
Joe Finger,
The Mummies,
Cymande,
Ken Boothe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shuggie Otis,
H. Thieme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dave Gahan,
Wasted Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Tom Boy,
Black Bananas,
Trumans Water,
One Last Wish,
Funkadelic,
The Angels of Light,
The Electric Prunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Judy Mowatt,
Hardrive,
Glenn Branca,
Vainqueur,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wolf Eyes,
Joensuu 1685,
The Trojans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.