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 Mozambique and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Shoche to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
The Mummies,
The Velvet Underground,
Sandy B,
Howard Jones,
Yaz,
Crooked Eye,
Brick,
Infiniti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Talk Talk,
Marc Almond,
Funkadelic,
Sonic Youth,
The Names,
Monolake,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Smooth,
Morten Harket,
Inner City,
Agent Orange,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Star Department,
Theoretical Girls,
Fear,
Archie Shepp,
The Grass Roots,
Warsaw,
Nirvana,
Banda Bassotti,
Blake Baxter,
Dennis Brown,
The Slits,
The Sonics,
The Raincoats,
Arthur Verocai,
Blossom Toes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Starr,
Youth Brigade,
Eve St. Jones,
Lindisfarne,
Wally Richardson,
Maurizio,
Grey Daturas,
Scion,
Connie Case,
Jeff Lynne,
Motorama,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ronnie Foster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Andrew Hill,
Swans,
Sixth Finger,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Wake,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.