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 South Africa and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eurythmics to the grunge 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lebanon Hanover,
AZ,
Jawbox,
the Human League,
Rotary Connection,
Black Sheep,
Nik Kershaw,
Ronan,
Motorama,
Joe Finger,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fear,
These Immortal Souls,
Technova,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Depeche Mode,
Maleditus Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Alton Ellis,
The Offenders,
Monks,
Bronski Beat,
The Moleskins,
Bill Near,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Divine Comedy,
D'Angelo,
James White and The Blacks,
Sam Rivers,
Pylon,
Kerri Chandler,
the Swans,
Eddi Front,
Mantronix,
Yellowson,
Spoonie Gee,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonic Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Qualms,
John Coltrane,
Slick Rick,
Brass Construction,
Blossom Toes,
Excepter,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang of Four,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Barracudas,
The Golliwogs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
Ultra Naté,
The Pretty Things,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cramps,
The Slits,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.