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 and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Magma 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Traffic Nightmare,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ossler,
The Angels of Light,
Parry Music,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masters at Work,
Groovy Waters,
Joe Finger,
Dave Gahan,
Quantec,
Harry Pussy,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Starr,
The Misunderstood,
The Knickerbockers,
The Wake,
Easy Going,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mission of Burma,
Underground Resistance,
The Doors,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blossom Toes,
Talk Talk,
Arcadia,
Television,
Guru Guru,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
a-ha,
John Lydon,
Popol Vuh,
Smog,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Junior Murvin,
Fad Gadget,
Nas,
The Zeros,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fuzztones,
The Cure,
Bootsy Collins,
Prince Buster,
Chris & Cosey,
Depeche Mode,
Cameo,
MC5,
Kenny Larkin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-102,
Glenn Branca,
Au Pairs,
Angry Samoans,
World's Most,
Echospace,
The Associates,
The Moleskins,
The Invisible,
Rosa Yemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.