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 Nicaragua and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Schoolly D to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Quando Quango,
EPMD,
Joe Finger,
Royal Trux,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wally Richardson,
China Crisis,
Sugar Minott,
Hoover,
Los Fastidios,
The Star Department,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chrome,
Cymande,
The Real Kids,
Jacques Brel,
Alice Coltrane,
Girls At Our Best!,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young,
Section 25,
Judy Mowatt,
Dead Boys,
Talk Talk,
Yaz,
The Sound,
The Black Dice,
Stetsasonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New Order,
Warren Ellis,
Sonic Youth,
Adolescents,
The Kinks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mad Mike,
Parry Music,
Amon Düül II,
Infiniti,
Subhumans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories,
The Index,
Ice-T,
Mars,
Gang Green,
T.S.O.L.,
Nirvana,
The Cure,
Crime,
Magma,
Yusef Lateef,
Rakim,
Laurel Aitken,
Rod Modell,
Todd Rundgren,
Warsaw,
Minnie Riperton,
Camberwell Now,
New Age Steppers,
The Knickerbockers,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.