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 Nicaragua and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mojo Men,
L. Decosne,
Boredoms,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker,
Easy Going,
Glenn Branca,
Kas Product,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Matthew Halsall,
The Blackbyrds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stereo Dub,
The Seeds,
The Black Dice,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moody Blues,
The Gun Club,
Spoonie Gee,
OOIOO,
X-101,
The Busters,
Absolute Body Control,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantytec,
Amon Düül II,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dead Boys,
This Heat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boz Scaggs,
June Days,
Lou Reed,
Unwound,
Joe Finger,
Terry Callier,
a-ha,
FM Einheit,
Newcleus,
Eric Copeland,
Silicon Teens,
Faraquet,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Prunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Tomorrow,
Anthony Braxton,
Alphaville,
Peter and Kerry,
The Misunderstood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aswad,
Lindisfarne,
Ponytail,
Arthur Verocai,
John Holt,
Eddi Front,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.