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 Kosovo 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Litter to the rock 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Severed Heads,
Joey Negro,
Amon Düül II,
Boredoms,
Lungfish,
Donny Hathaway,
Moby Grape,
Cheater Slicks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arcadia,
Ornette Coleman,
David McCallum,
Au Pairs,
New York Dolls,
Alton Ellis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ken Boothe,
Kurtis Blow,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultra Naté,
Adolescents,
The Pop Group,
Sugar Minott,
Angry Samoans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Smog,
Eric Copeland,
Procol Harum,
Magazine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Colin Newman,
Radio Birdman,
Warsaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Q and Not U,
Junior Murvin,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Lydon,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mojo Men,
Ponytail,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hoover,
Loose Ends,
The Smoke,
Jerry's Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hashim,
Quadrant,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scratch Acid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.