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 Cuba and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Robert Palmer 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 Ralphi Rosario to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
EPMD,
One Last Wish,
Suburban Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quando Quango,
KRS-One,
ABBA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Isaac Hayes,
Dual Sessions,
Bluetip,
the Germs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Whodini,
The Remains,
Donald Byrd,
June of 44,
Newcleus,
Gang Starr,
The Gun Club,
Groovy Waters,
Fat Boys,
Lyres,
Fear,
the Normal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nik Kershaw,
The Blues Magoos,
Morten Harket,
The Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smoke,
Grey Daturas,
The Sonics,
Letta Mbulu,
The Vogues,
The Pop Group,
Easy Going,
Soft Cell,
DJ Style,
Minor Threat,
Darondo,
Q and Not U,
David McCallum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Unwound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Girls At Our Best!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fugs,
Lalann,
Porter Ricks,
Don Cherry,
Minny Pops,
Gang Green,
Fugazi,
U.S. Maple,
John Coltrane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ludus,
Bill Wells,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.