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 Taiwan and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mojo Men,
Tears for Fears,
Smog,
Youth Brigade,
Reagan Youth,
Parry Music,
The United States of America,
Babytalk,
Rosa Yemen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tres Demented,
FM Einheit,
Janne Schatter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Talk Talk,
These Immortal Souls,
The Golliwogs,
K-Klass,
Masters at Work,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang of Four,
The Angels of Light,
Terry Callier,
Nils Olav,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minor Threat,
Popol Vuh,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Human League,
Black Pus,
Tim Buckley,
The Fuzztones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Sherman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brass Construction,
Blake Baxter,
KRS-One,
Graham Central Station,
The Neon Judgement,
D'Angelo,
The Victims,
Bush Tetras,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nas,
The Happenings,
Brick,
Patti Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
Flipper,
The Blackbyrds,
The Black Dice,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.