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 Andorra and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 T. Rex to the rock 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Pretty Things,
Pantytec,
MC5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Pop Group,
Radiohead,
Scientists,
Depeche Mode,
DJ Style,
The Monochrome Set,
Whodini,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mr. Review,
Eurythmics,
E-Dancer,
CMW,
Youth Brigade,
Little Man,
The Gap Band,
Hot Snakes,
F. McDonald,
Japan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dual Sessions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cowsills,
The Happenings,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moleskins,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
LL Cool J,
Interpol,
Kas Product,
The Selecter,
Nils Olav,
Black Sheep,
Masters at Work,
Bang On A Can,
Roxy Music,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Au Pairs,
The Gories,
Intrusion,
Skarface,
Iggy Pop,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cal Tjader,
The Fuzztones,
Symarip,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sandy B,
Barrington Levy,
Motorama,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.