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 Tunisia 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the funk 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Intrusion,
The Count Five,
Metal Thangz,
Joy Division,
Pantaleimon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Motorama,
Piero Umiliani,
Gichy Dan,
The Leaves,
David Bowie,
Scion,
Cal Tjader,
Bill Wells,
Average White Band,
Soft Cell,
Surgeon,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bad Manners,
Animal Collective,
KRS-One,
The Cramps,
Panda Bear,
Jeff Lynne,
DNA,
E-Dancer,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thee Headcoats,
Tim Buckley,
Tears for Fears,
Maurizio,
Pulsallama,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Happenings,
H. Thieme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Pus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Visage,
Isaac Hayes,
Michelle Simonal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donald Byrd,
the Association,
Unwound,
Mantronix,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lindisfarne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
June Days,
Moss Icon,
The Velvet Underground,
Flash Fearless,
Chris Corsano,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Golliwogs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.