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 Zimbabwe and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Deakin to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Underground Resistance,
kango's stein massive,
Yellowson,
Intrusion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lightning Bolt,
Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Copeland,
JFA,
Groovy Waters,
Chris Corsano,
Johnny Clarke,
Faraquet,
John Foxx,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joey Negro,
X-101,
Vainqueur,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
cv313,
Animal Collective,
Massinfluence,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Lydon,
The Martian,
Agent Orange,
Flamin' Groovies,
The American Breed,
Arcadia,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hot Snakes,
EPMD,
Andrew Hill,
The Tremeloes,
Quadrant,
The Misunderstood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Neon Judgement,
Negative Approach,
Toni Rubio,
Cheater Slicks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Livin' Joy,
Boz Scaggs,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Christie,
Graham Central Station,
The Moleskins,
One Last Wish,
Lalann,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Accadde A,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.