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 Venezuela and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Nile Rodgers 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 MC5 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Starr,
Alphaville,
Con Funk Shun,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonic Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Morten Harket,
MDC,
AZ,
David Bowie,
Scrapy,
Minny Pops,
PIL,
Animal Collective,
The Techniques,
Lyres,
The Electric Prunes,
Graham Central Station,
Sandy B,
Intrusion,
Half Japanese,
Infiniti,
Nils Olav,
Nik Kershaw,
Gabor Szabo,
The New Christs,
Don Cherry,
The Cowsills,
kango's stein massive,
Albert Ayler,
Von Mondo,
China Crisis,
the Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Motions,
Stetsasonic,
Nas,
The Gladiators,
Mad Mike,
Gang of Four,
Iggy Pop,
Dawn Penn,
the Normal,
Archie Shepp,
Lakeside,
One Last Wish,
Alison Limerick,
Pantytec,
Section 25,
Public Enemy,
Ken Boothe,
E-Dancer,
Motorama,
Rod Modell,
Donny Hathaway,
Technova,
Niagra,
Monolake,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.