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 Yemen and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Gang Starr to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
The Cowsills,
Kevin Saunderson,
Au Pairs,
Deadbeat,
The Slackers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brothers Johnson,
June of 44,
Sex Pistols,
Sight & Sound,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
PIL,
Arab on Radar,
Animal Collective,
June Days,
Motorama,
The Divine Comedy,
Lightning Bolt,
Bob Dylan,
MC5,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reagan Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
The Pretty Things,
Davy DMX,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Index,
David Axelrod,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sandy B,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Anakelly,
the Slits,
Angry Samoans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Young Marble Giants,
The Wake,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ossler,
Drexciya,
The Golliwogs,
The Seeds,
Moby Grape,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Archie Shepp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Supertramp,
Dave Gahan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cure,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Womack,
Zero Boys,
Lungfish,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.