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 New Zealand and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Absolute Body Control to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül II,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deepchord,
Roy Ayers,
The Offenders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ponytail,
Camberwell Now,
Crispian St. Peters,
Surgeon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Iggy Pop,
Bluetip,
Joe Finger,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bob Dylan,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Cecil Taylor,
Trumans Water,
Robert Hood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mojo Men,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Music Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Swell Maps,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Human League,
Minutemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agitation Free,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
La Düsseldorf,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
ABC,
The Last Poets,
Tim Buckley,
KRS-One,
Gang Starr,
Wings,
Wasted Youth,
Liliput,
Pagans,
Tears for Fears,
Ohio Players,
Aural Exciters,
Barbara Tucker,
Boredoms,
Man Parrish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deakin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.