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 Mongolia and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 L. Decosne to the grunge 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spoonie Gee,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Almond,
Quando Quango,
The Stooges,
Q65,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cymande,
Organ,
In Retrospect,
Panda Bear,
Echospace,
Piero Umiliani,
Scrapy,
Mary Jane Girls,
L. Decosne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Buckinghams,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Franke,
Derrick Morgan,
Groovy Waters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Donald Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anthony Braxton,
Eddi Front,
New York Dolls,
Byron Stingily,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Livin' Joy,
Junior Murvin,
Hashim,
Soulsonic Force,
Tomorrow,
Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
One Last Wish,
Pylon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Star Department,
The Trojans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cal Tjader,
Joensuu 1685,
The Human League,
The Remains,
Metal Thangz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.