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 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Wyatt,
Skarface,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bad Manners,
Agent Orange,
Sandy B,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fugs,
Slave,
New Age Steppers,
China Crisis,
Alison Limerick,
Godley & Creme,
Black Moon,
The Residents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Barracudas,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Davy DMX,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Khruangbin,
B.T. Express,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Supertramp,
the Bar-Kays,
Aswad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Matthew Halsall,
Bush Tetras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Don Cherry,
The Durutti Column,
Joe Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masters at Work,
Jandek,
Tommy Roe,
The Doobie Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
F. McDonald,
Visage,
Dual Sessions,
FM Einheit,
Gong,
the Soft Cell,
Ice-T,
The Offenders,
a-ha,
The Star Department,
Gang of Four,
Funky Four + One,
Goldenarms,
Susan Cadogan,
Public Image Ltd.,
48th St. Collective,
Sugar Minott,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.