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 Finland and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Alarm Clocks to the techno 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oneida,
Heaven 17,
Thompson Twins,
The Star Department,
The Dirtbombs,
Crash Course in Science,
Camouflage,
New Order,
Chrome,
DJ Style,
Animal Collective,
LL Cool J,
Make Up,
A Certain Ratio,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minutemen,
Dawn Penn,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Supertramp,
Gang Starr,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gastr Del Sol,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
Youth Brigade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brothers Johnson,
The Barracudas,
Barbara Tucker,
Con Funk Shun,
The Litter,
Cal Tjader,
Talk Talk,
Delta 5,
Janne Schatter,
Nick Fraelich,
The Five Americans,
Ultra Naté,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joy Division,
Mars,
Q65,
The Music Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Yaz,
Agent Orange,
The Fortunes,
Niagra,
Steve Hackett,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Leonard Cohen,
Malaria!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rapeman,
The Birthday Party,
Bluetip,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.