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 Bolivia and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bluetip to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Al Stewart,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
X-Ray Spex,
New Age Steppers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Standells,
Camberwell Now,
Eve St. Jones,
Scientists,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Subhumans,
Roxy Music,
Schoolly D,
The Star Department,
the Normal,
Altered Images,
B.T. Express,
Tom Boy,
Dark Day,
The Divine Comedy,
One Last Wish,
Funky Four + One,
Wasted Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Grauzone,
Little Man,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nirvana,
Section 25,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ohio Players,
Crash Course in Science,
The American Breed,
Reuben Wilson,
Deakin,
Joe Smooth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Moleskins,
The Fall,
The Walker Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Alice Coltrane,
The Grass Roots,
Drexciya,
Quando Quango,
Fad Gadget,
Marshall Jefferson,
Negative Approach,
Livin' Joy,
The Associates,
Kool Moe Dee,
Essential Logic,
Matthew Halsall,
Gerry Rafferty,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Outsiders,
Fela Kuti,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.