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 Malta and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Dawn Penn 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tears for Fears,
Underground Resistance,
Aloha Tigers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
World's Most,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cowsills,
Junior Murvin,
Pagans,
the Bar-Kays,
Yaz,
Ohio Players,
Arcadia,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül II,
Popol Vuh,
Agitation Free,
X-102,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra,
The Cure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ornette Coleman,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Divine Comedy,
Liliput,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
In Retrospect,
Henry Cow,
DJ Style,
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aswad,
Kool Moe Dee,
Connie Case,
Suburban Knight,
The Mojo Men,
10cc,
Banda Bassotti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gichy Dan,
Aural Exciters,
Delta 5,
Joe Finger,
The Star Department,
June of 44,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mummies,
Schoolly D,
Funky Four + One,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jawbox,
Amazonics,
Nils Olav,
CMW,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.