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 Cambodia and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Electric Prunes,
Surgeon,
The Selecter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stetsasonic,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ornette Coleman,
Joe Smooth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lungfish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Smog,
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marvin Gaye,
Q and Not U,
Faraquet,
JFA,
Eurythmics,
Young Marble Giants,
Terry Callier,
Pere Ubu,
Amazonics,
Cymande,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jacob Miller,
Second Layer,
Cameo,
Radio Birdman,
Reagan Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Mandrill,
Gang Green,
Letta Mbulu,
Scan 7,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Star Department,
Barrington Levy,
the Association,
Cheater Slicks,
Kenny Larkin,
Shoche,
The Count Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fat Boys,
Ten City,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hardrive,
Main Source,
Eli Mardock,
Alice Coltrane,
Chris & Cosey,
New Order,
The Pretty Things,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radiopuhelimet,
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.