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 Burundi and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the crunk 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
The Fuzztones,
Rufus Thomas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Desert Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rhythm & Sound,
L. Decosne,
Qualms,
Gabor Szabo,
Bush Tetras,
Black Moon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chris & Cosey,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pere Ubu,
Buzzcocks,
Supertramp,
X-101,
The Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
The Walker Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Essential Logic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young,
The Standells,
The Fugs,
Todd Rundgren,
Television,
Popol Vuh,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The J.B.'s,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Lydon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Graham Central Station,
The Raincoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Selecter,
Eurythmics,
Jeff Mills,
Talk Talk,
The Real Kids,
Junior Murvin,
10cc,
the Soft Cell,
Mars,
John Cale,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fatback Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.