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 Guinea-Bissau and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
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 organ 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 Curtis Mayfield to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Das Ding,
Clear Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bang On A Can,
The Monks,
Bill Wells,
The Invisible,
Rosa Yemen,
Minny Pops,
Audionom,
Sound Behaviour,
Deakin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül II,
Radiohead,
Tommy Roe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sandy B,
Nirvana,
Animal Collective,
The Mummies,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gong,
The Smoke,
Fugazi,
Metal Thangz,
The Mojo Men,
Peter and Kerry,
Slick Rick,
CMW,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare,
the Germs,
The Knickerbockers,
Rakim,
Minutemen,
Man Parrish,
Maurizio,
Fat Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Camberwell Now,
Crime,
Kenny Larkin,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yellowson,
Yusef Lateef,
Cheater Slicks,
Leonard Cohen,
F. McDonald,
Albert Ayler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Clarke,
The Zeros,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Technova,
A Certain Ratio,
Graham Central Station,
Isaac Hayes,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.