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 Sweden 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Alison Limerick to the electroclash 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Ultravox,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Byrd,
Altered Images,
Barbara Tucker,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Bar-Kays,
Moby Grape,
Erasure,
Accadde A,
Ossler,
The Black Dice,
Vainqueur,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Zeros,
FM Einheit,
Mark Hollis,
Bob Dylan,
Public Image Ltd.,
In Retrospect,
Tom Boy,
Ohio Players,
New York Dolls,
Rufus Thomas,
Amazonics,
Roxette,
DJ Style,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Angels of Light,
Negative Approach,
Metal Thangz,
Freddie Wadling,
The Slackers,
Lightning Bolt,
The Five Americans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sight & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
This Heat,
10cc,
MDC,
Dawn Penn,
Neil Young,
Leonard Cohen,
Whodini,
DNA,
Section 25,
Aswad,
The Evens,
Rites of Spring,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Tremeloes,
UT,
Peter and Kerry,
Fear,
Susan Cadogan,
The Names,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.