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 Ethiopia and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 The Modern Lovers to the funk 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Gang of Four,
The Divine Comedy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
This Heat,
Lalann,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rufus Thomas,
Lakeside,
The Martian,
Todd Rundgren,
the Sonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Agitation Free,
Silicon Teens,
Shoche,
The Black Dice,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeru the Damaja,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kaleidoscope,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agent Orange,
A Certain Ratio,
Brand Nubian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hashim,
Young Marble Giants,
PIL,
John Holt,
Warsaw,
Adolescents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fugazi,
Gang Green,
Blancmange,
The Remains,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Malaria!,
Tres Demented,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun City Girls,
The Offenders,
The Neon Judgement,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Standells,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Clear Light,
Sandy B,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boz Scaggs,
Sixth Finger,
Chrome,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.