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 Comoros and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Holger Czukay 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 Eric B and Rakim to the grunge 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
the Germs,
Dawn Penn,
Reuben Wilson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yazoo,
The Evens,
KRS-One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun Ra,
Wolf Eyes,
Surgeon,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Colin Newman,
Jeff Lynne,
Porter Ricks,
The J.B.'s,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Womack,
Magma,
Black Moon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Charles Mingus,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Byrd,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
cv313,
Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris & Cosey,
Deakin,
Alphaville,
Swell Maps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Isaac Hayes,
The Kinks,
Nirvana,
The Blues Magoos,
Motorama,
Peter and Kerry,
The United States of America,
Sandy B,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smoke,
Joe Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flash Fearless,
Index,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Suburban Knight,
Steve Hackett,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.