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 South Sudan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Kinks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
Marmalade,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alice Coltrane,
Tubeway Army,
Fela Kuti,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Hood,
Porter Ricks,
Main Source,
Dead Boys,
Grauzone,
Max Romeo,
Sugar Minott,
F. McDonald,
The Stooges,
Barrington Levy,
Livin' Joy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Real Kids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Letta Mbulu,
The Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
Ituana,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scrapy,
Dave Gahan,
Pierre Henry,
Arcadia,
The Gap Band,
Swell Maps,
The Motions,
Darondo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dennis Brown,
Agent Orange,
The Golliwogs,
Joey Negro,
The Dirtbombs,
X-101,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Television Personalities,
The Slits,
Whodini,
The Litter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Warren Ellis,
Organ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alphaville,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.