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 Botswana and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
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 guitar 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 Swans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
The Beau Brummels,
The J.B.'s,
The Residents,
Jeff Mills,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amazonics,
The Skatalites,
Jeff Lynne,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Davy DMX,
Brand Nubian,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Simply Red,
Groovy Waters,
The Litter,
Ice-T,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The United States of America,
Anakelly,
Amon Düül II,
Q and Not U,
Alton Ellis,
The Gories,
Con Funk Shun,
B.T. Express,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mission of Burma,
Peter & Gordon,
Spandau Ballet,
Drexciya,
Sandy B,
Bronski Beat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marmalade,
Subhumans,
E-Dancer,
Saccharine Trust,
Grauzone,
The Gun Club,
Piero Umiliani,
The Searchers,
MC5,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deakin,
Archie Shepp,
Eurythmics,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Moody Blues,
Juan Atkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rakim,
Severed Heads,
The Red Krayola,
Altered Images,
Bluetip,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dual Sessions,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.