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 Senegal 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Grandmaster Flash to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Nico,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Minnie Riperton,
Icehouse,
Eric Dolphy,
the Germs,
Roxy Music,
Simply Red,
Alton Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wolf Eyes,
Hardrive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Rundgren,
Andrew Hill,
Godley & Creme,
Radio Birdman,
The Litter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Womack,
Letta Mbulu,
Cymande,
Marshall Jefferson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sam Rivers,
Morten Harket,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Reagan Youth,
Public Enemy,
Howard Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
Quando Quango,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joe Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Whodini,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Symarip,
10cc,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Moody Blues,
June of 44,
Sixth Finger,
UT,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brothers Johnson,
The Standells,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.