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 Sierra Leone and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 Bobby Byrd to the grunge 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Swans,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sonics,
Black Moon,
Ossler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Depeche Mode,
Glenn Branca,
Massinfluence,
Magma,
Lightning Bolt,
David Axelrod,
Scratch Acid,
James White and The Blacks,
The Zeros,
Kurtis Blow,
Model 500,
Sparks,
Slick Rick,
Agent Orange,
Kerri Chandler,
The Toasters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Desert Stars,
Brass Construction,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cymande,
Pulsallama,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Index,
Isaac Hayes,
Amazonics,
In Retrospect,
Jacques Brel,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gun Club,
Inner City,
Crime,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moby Grape,
The Durutti Column,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The New Christs,
Nirvana,
Whodini,
Liliput,
Jesper Dahlback,
Schoolly D,
Sandy B,
Grauzone,
The Kinks,
The Seeds,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.