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 Ukraine and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Zero Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Soft Cell,
Joensuu 1685,
The American Breed,
Television,
Piero Umiliani,
cv313,
Kayak,
Jimmy McGriff,
Con Funk Shun,
The Walker Brothers,
June Days,
The Cramps,
Gang of Four,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gladiators,
Metal Thangz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fuzztones,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric Dolphy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brick,
UT,
Black Pus,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Hood,
Wings,
Lakeside,
Donny Hathaway,
Nation of Ulysses,
One Last Wish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Davy DMX,
Loose Ends,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Lynne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Martian,
Mad Mike,
Wally Richardson,
Basic Channel,
The Victims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Move,
Little Man,
Howard Jones,
Amazonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brothers Johnson,
Clear Light,
Jandek,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funky Four + One,
Radiohead,
The Fire Engines,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Funkadelic,
Skaos,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.