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 the UAE and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Make Up to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Cluster,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Starr,
Public Enemy,
The Tremeloes,
In Retrospect,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young,
Black Pus,
cv313,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalann,
U.S. Maple,
Television Personalities,
The Slits,
Oblivians,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marc Almond,
Saccharine Trust,
E-Dancer,
Wolf Eyes,
Brass Construction,
The Gories,
The Beau Brummels,
The Modern Lovers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
X-101,
Charles Mingus,
Letta Mbulu,
LL Cool J,
Royal Trux,
Skarface,
Fad Gadget,
Mars,
Cymande,
Brothers Johnson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Susan Cadogan,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slackers,
Fear,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ronan,
Lightning Bolt,
Schoolly D,
the Bar-Kays,
Amazonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Lydon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cramps,
Radio Birdman,
A Certain Ratio,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.