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 Belarus and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 The Searchers 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Clear Light,
Terry Callier,
Japan,
Mars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warsaw,
Judy Mowatt,
Soul II Soul,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Echospace,
Harry Pussy,
Minnie Riperton,
Grauzone,
Bush Tetras,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Association,
Funkadelic,
Stiv Bators,
Faust,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeff Lynne,
Zapp,
DJ Style,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alison Limerick,
F. McDonald,
Adolescents,
The Searchers,
The Move,
Althea and Donna,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ludus,
Idris Muhammad,
Blancmange,
Scratch Acid,
Visage,
The Toasters,
China Crisis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pylon,
The Mummies,
Ponytail,
Scrapy,
Joe Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flash Fearless,
World's Most,
EPMD,
Patti Smith,
Blossom Toes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fuzztones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
In Retrospect,
kango's stein massive,
Letta Mbulu,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.