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 South Sudan and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Soulsonic Force to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Trumans Water,
The Move,
Stetsasonic,
Harpers Bizarre,
kango's stein massive,
Pantytec,
Flipper,
Byron Stingily,
Skriet,
Quando Quango,
Arab on Radar,
Aural Exciters,
The New Christs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Archie Shepp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Babytalk,
Scrapy,
Qualms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Suicide,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quantec,
Albert Ayler,
Symarip,
Chrome,
Rites of Spring,
The Real Kids,
Bronski Beat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blackbyrds,
Das Ding,
Liliput,
Khruangbin,
Yaz,
Interpol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Görl,
China Crisis,
Bobby Womack,
The Doors,
Moby Grape,
Deadbeat,
Pierre Henry,
Hoover,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mojo Men,
Mission of Burma,
T. Rex,
Youth Brigade,
The Red Krayola,
Lyres,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.