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 Japan and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 United States of America to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rod Modell,
Joe Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun Ra,
Procol Harum,
Patti Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boredoms,
Wings,
Colin Newman,
Kaleidoscope,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nirvana,
Judy Mowatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
This Heat,
Cymande,
Supertramp,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Bourne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
Hoover,
Andrew Hill,
Marine Girls,
Sugar Minott,
The Slackers,
Bluetip,
Susan Cadogan,
Essential Logic,
Little Man,
H. Thieme,
Metal Thangz,
Talk Talk,
Brand Nubian,
Archie Shepp,
Minutemen,
Ludus,
Dave Gahan,
Loose Ends,
Sister Nancy,
Cal Tjader,
Bob Dylan,
Siglo XX,
Erykah Badu,
Simply Red,
Whodini,
F. McDonald,
The Mummies,
Don Cherry,
Glenn Branca,
Deakin,
Bush Tetras,
Pylon,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.