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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wire 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Guru Guru,
Aloha Tigers,
Wally Richardson,
Talk Talk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thompson Twins,
Vainqueur,
Crash Course in Science,
Steve Hackett,
The Electric Prunes,
Agitation Free,
Babytalk,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-102,
Absolute Body Control,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash,
Animal Collective,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scrapy,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Toasters,
Faust,
Maurizio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
Sonic Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deepchord,
the Swans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brothers Johnson,
Nas,
Ronan,
The Wake,
Fear,
Jandek,
Severed Heads,
Tommy Roe,
Mark Hollis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gun Club,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wasted Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Circle Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
Pere Ubu,
Quando Quango,
Simply Red,
Eve St. Jones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barry Ungar,
The Red Krayola,
Chris & Cosey,
Zero Boys,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.