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 Guyana and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Groovy Waters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Happenings,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Public Enemy,
The Move,
The Smoke,
Minny Pops,
Jacques Brel,
Supertramp,
Rod Modell,
Alton Ellis,
R.M.O.,
World's Most,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anakelly,
Cameo,
Cybotron,
Andrew Hill,
Jerry's Kids,
Monks,
Essential Logic,
Joe Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Trojans,
Hashim,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxy Music,
Peter and Kerry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Divine Comedy,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Morten Harket,
The Last Poets,
Godley & Creme,
Newcleus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Archie Shepp,
Grauzone,
Von Mondo,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mo-Dettes,
John Lydon,
Lalann,
Nas,
Anthony Braxton,
The Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
One Last Wish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sound Behaviour,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.