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 Ghana and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kerrie Biddell to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee 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?
Mandrill,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Slits,
June Days,
Lou Christie,
Grey Daturas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Five Americans,
Royal Trux,
Iggy Pop,
The Fugs,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Halsall,
Piero Umiliani,
Loose Ends,
Scientists,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Vogues,
A Certain Ratio,
Davy DMX,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Style,
Funky Four + One,
The Monochrome Set,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lakeside,
Eli Mardock,
the Normal,
E-Dancer,
Japan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Main Source,
Radio Birdman,
Qualms,
Judy Mowatt,
Negative Approach,
Kas Product,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Barracudas,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed,
The Tremeloes,
Rosa Yemen,
Monolake,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eurythmics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Harmonia,
Marvin Gaye,
Steve Hackett,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Morten Harket,
Outsiders,
Kaleidoscope,
La Düsseldorf,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.