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 Rwanda and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camberwell Now to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Mr. Review,
Godley & Creme,
X-102,
Joy Division,
David Bowie,
Pole,
Sonic Youth,
Joey Negro,
Symarip,
Swell Maps,
Marvin Gaye,
Sugar Minott,
Roy Ayers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
Cluster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Graham Central Station,
One Last Wish,
Echospace,
Kaleidoscope,
Youth Brigade,
Pylon,
Warren Ellis,
Skaos,
Nico,
Tres Demented,
Moby Grape,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gun Club,
Brand Nubian,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Suburban Knight,
Public Enemy,
Jeff Lynne,
Bauhaus,
Kurtis Blow,
Sister Nancy,
Procol Harum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neu!,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Unwound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gap Band,
The Associates,
Goldenarms,
Darondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Silicon Teens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
ABBA,
Ultimate Spinach,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bootsy Collins,
Derrick Morgan,
Scientists,
Pere Ubu,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.