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 Afghanistan and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Flipper to the disco 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
the Germs,
Deepchord,
Symarip,
Ossler,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Echospace,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arcadia,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dennis Brown,
Piero Umiliani,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun Ra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Technova,
Quadrant,
The Seeds,
Bush Tetras,
This Heat,
The Sonics,
the Soft Cell,
Television,
the Human League,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick Morgan,
Dead Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
ABC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Supertramp,
Duran Duran,
Interpol,
Outsiders,
Franke,
The Slackers,
Talk Talk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Little Man,
Eric Dolphy,
EPMD,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lower 48,
Heaven 17,
Mission of Burma,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
In Retrospect,
Junior Murvin,
A Certain Ratio,
Connie Case,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Freddie Wadling,
Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.