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 Uganda 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Remains to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boogie Down Productions,
Index,
Deakin,
Funky Four + One,
Y Pants,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fire Engines,
Blancmange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stiv Bators,
The Selecter,
Fad Gadget,
Youth Brigade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nirvana,
Nils Olav,
The Standells,
Pylon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joensuu 1685,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Kinks,
The Five Americans,
Wolf Eyes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Reagan Youth,
the Sonics,
Brick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Qualms,
Sandy B,
The Skatalites,
Faraquet,
LL Cool J,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soft Machine,
Khruangbin,
Porter Ricks,
Model 500,
the Normal,
Pulsallama,
Zero Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-Ray Spex,
Ice-T,
Gang Starr,
The Doors,
Sparks,
Charles Mingus,
Hardrive,
The Litter,
The Wake,
Yaz,
The United States of America,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.