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 Kosovo and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Siglo XX to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mr. Review,
The Pretty Things,
PIL,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Searchers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tres Demented,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dead C,
The American Breed,
R.M.O.,
The Smoke,
Popol Vuh,
Ten City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ice-T,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cheater Slicks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Archie Shepp,
The Kinks,
The Five Americans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Index,
T. Rex,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Age Steppers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lindisfarne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amazonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantaleimon,
Aaron Thompson,
Eli Mardock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chrome,
Funkadelic,
Suburban Knight,
Wasted Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
kango's stein massive,
Country Teasers,
Shuggie Otis,
Newcleus,
Icehouse,
Jeff Mills,
Interpol,
Glenn Branca,
Audionom,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Slits,
Ronan,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.