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 Denmark and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tres Demented to the punk 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange 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?
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Womack,
Black Flag,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Parrish,
Second Layer,
Mad Mike,
Simply Red,
Roger Hodgson,
Tom Boy,
Jerry's Kids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marmalade,
Pussy Galore,
The Happenings,
Kaleidoscope,
Barry Ungar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Count Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Essential Logic,
Country Teasers,
Model 500,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rapeman,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Holt,
Brand Nubian,
The Walker Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
The Seeds,
X-102,
One Last Wish,
Isaac Hayes,
Can,
Lalo Schifrin,
Adolescents,
Swell Maps,
The New Christs,
The Mojo Men,
Panda Bear,
Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
Intrusion,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Style,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Modern Lovers,
Max Romeo,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed,
Buzzcocks,
Quando Quango,
Gang Green,
DJ Sneak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bush Tetras,
Kool Moe Dee,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.