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 Luxembourg 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
The Electric Prunes,
Suburban Knight,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Names,
Monks,
KRS-One,
EPMD,
Sandy B,
Eric B and Rakim,
Unwound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Divine Comedy,
Symarip,
Mark Hollis,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Slits,
Supertramp,
Camberwell Now,
John Lydon,
Mo-Dettes,
ABC,
Gregory Isaacs,
Altered Images,
Blancmange,
Curtis Mayfield,
Althea and Donna,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Standells,
The Motions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The American Breed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Johnny Clarke,
Quando Quango,
Yaz,
Cameo,
Spandau Ballet,
Deakin,
Eli Mardock,
Stiv Bators,
Matthew Halsall,
Tomorrow,
Aaron Thompson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yellowson,
Electric Prunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Teasers,
Archie Shepp,
Technova,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.