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 Slovakia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the grime 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Buzzcocks,
Blake Baxter,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amazonics,
Simply Red,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare,
Pantytec,
New Age Steppers,
Sun City Girls,
Organ,
Rites of Spring,
Television Personalities,
The Leaves,
Henry Cow,
The Sound,
Patti Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minny Pops,
PIL,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dawn Penn,
Fatback Band,
Guru Guru,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scan 7,
Delon & Dalcan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Pretty Things,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Barracudas,
Leonard Cohen,
David Axelrod,
Moss Icon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Masters at Work,
Boz Scaggs,
48th St. Collective,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lightning Bolt,
Lucky Dragons,
Scott Walker,
Crash Course in Science,
Young Marble Giants,
Silicon Teens,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warren Ellis,
Ludus,
Colin Newman,
Chris & Cosey,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.