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 Liberia and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Qualms to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cameo,
Clear Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ludus,
Sugar Minott,
Amazonics,
Colin Newman,
World's Most,
Khruangbin,
Bob Dylan,
Danielle Patucci,
Ponytail,
Au Pairs,
Warren Ellis,
Fat Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Sex Pistols,
Mission of Burma,
Alice Coltrane,
Flipper,
Main Source,
Yazoo,
Accadde A,
Rakim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Hood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eve St. Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Spandau Ballet,
Wolf Eyes,
Essential Logic,
Dennis Brown,
Shoche,
Supertramp,
Alphaville,
Bill Near,
Soul II Soul,
Subhumans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quadrant,
Section 25,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sam Rivers,
Nas,
Wally Richardson,
The Selecter,
Hashim,
KRS-One,
The Raincoats,
Public Enemy,
Nik Kershaw,
Ohio Players,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.