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 Germany and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Ronnie Foster to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Mars,
The Golliwogs,
Magma,
Black Bananas,
Pantytec,
Scan 7,
Zapp,
Ituana,
The Fire Engines,
the Human League,
Juan Atkins,
the Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masters at Work,
Index,
Pole,
Audionom,
Drexciya,
Ken Boothe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Japan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joey Negro,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Barracudas,
The J.B.'s,
Neu!,
Eurythmics,
Graham Central Station,
The Remains,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harry Pussy,
Intrusion,
The Techniques,
Marc Almond,
Banda Bassotti,
EPMD,
Michelle Simonal,
Hasil Adkins,
Infiniti,
the Swans,
Soulsonic Force,
Arcadia,
The Index,
Angry Samoans,
Silicon Teens,
The Last Poets,
The Doors,
Metal Thangz,
The Moody Blues,
Surgeon,
Lungfish,
Loose Ends,
The Gap Band,
Cybotron,
June Days,
John Holt,
Lou Christie,
Scrapy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.