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 Uruguay and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Radio Birdman to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mission of Burma,
The Doobie Brothers,
Make Up,
The Evens,
Spoonie Gee,
Mad Mike,
Lightning Bolt,
Public Enemy,
Goldenarms,
Fad Gadget,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aural Exciters,
The Slackers,
Sex Pistols,
The Gap Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sonny Sharrock,
Procol Harum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Real Kids,
Stiv Bators,
Dennis Brown,
Mo-Dettes,
Steve Hackett,
Young Marble Giants,
Moby Grape,
Patti Smith,
a-ha,
World's Most,
Carl Craig,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Invisible,
MC5,
The Stooges,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doors,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Five Americans,
kango's stein massive,
Vainqueur,
Godley & Creme,
Pagans,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Grass Roots,
The Fuzztones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Los Fastidios,
Q and Not U,
Dual Sessions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mojo Men,
cv313,
D'Angelo,
Mantronix,
Cameo,
The Buckinghams,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.