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 Armenia and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Donald Fagen 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 Mission of Burma to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June of 44,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Suburban Knight,
Idris Muhammad,
D'Angelo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DJ Sneak,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
Trumans Water,
Intrusion,
The Searchers,
Rotary Connection,
Second Layer,
Cecil Taylor,
L. Decosne,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Donny Hathaway,
Y Pants,
Blancmange,
John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy Collins,
Metal Thangz,
Joey Negro,
Schoolly D,
Soft Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
MC5,
Jeff Lynne,
Gichy Dan,
The Vogues,
Faraquet,
Davy DMX,
Deakin,
Thee Headcoats,
The Selecter,
Oblivians,
The J.B.'s,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siglo XX,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roger Hodgson,
JFA,
Maleditus Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Morten Harket,
Guru Guru,
Joyce Sims,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Almond,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.