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 Ethiopia and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the grime 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rod Modell,
The Dead C,
Q65,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Average White Band,
Visage,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Smiths,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hoover,
This Heat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Steve Hackett,
Delta 5,
ABBA,
Al Stewart,
Fluxion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brass Construction,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Bad Manners,
Lyres,
The American Breed,
The Five Americans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aswad,
Jawbox,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick Morgan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Parry Music,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jacob Miller,
Das Ding,
Chris Corsano,
Marmalade,
Negative Approach,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oblivians,
Lungfish,
Kurtis Blow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wings,
The Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Hot Snakes,
48th St. Collective,
The Slackers,
Anthony Braxton,
The New Christs,
Ponytail,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.