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 Peru and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 The Techniques to the funk 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eddi Front,
Metal Thangz,
JFA,
Spandau Ballet,
Wally Richardson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mark Hollis,
Trumans Water,
Magazine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T.S.O.L.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Procol Harum,
DJ Style,
F. McDonald,
DJ Sneak,
Spoonie Gee,
Joe Finger,
Pantytec,
Deepchord,
Hot Snakes,
Juan Atkins,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Japan,
Flipper,
Sun Ra,
Aural Exciters,
Danielle Patucci,
Crispy Ambulance,
Smog,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lucky Dragons,
Electric Prunes,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Wake,
Rhythm & Sound,
Man Parrish,
Pole,
Subhumans,
Radio Birdman,
Qualms,
The Barracudas,
Reuben Wilson,
Kurtis Blow,
The Birthday Party,
Newcleus,
Nico,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Steve Hackett,
Joey Negro,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.