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 Taiwan and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gil Scott Heron to the funk 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
The Grass Roots,
Wings,
Freddie Wadling,
Chrome,
The Evens,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fall,
Cal Tjader,
Tim Buckley,
Minor Threat,
The Angels of Light,
Liliput,
John Coltrane,
Camouflage,
Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun Ra,
Pussy Galore,
Grey Daturas,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Al Stewart,
Barry Ungar,
Depeche Mode,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Suburban Knight,
Ultimate Spinach,
Trumans Water,
Ludus,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun City Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Royal Trux,
Lucky Dragons,
Little Man,
Black Moon,
Marcia Griffiths,
CMW,
Monolake,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Buzzcocks,
The Blackbyrds,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Lyres,
the Normal,
Slave,
Amon Düül,
Ken Boothe,
The Young Rascals,
John Lydon,
The Smoke,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.