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 Ukraine and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Freddie Wadling to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Toasters,
JFA,
Shuggie Otis,
Dual Sessions,
Michelle Simonal,
Ludus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gladiators,
The Count Five,
The Names,
Porter Ricks,
Q65,
Quando Quango,
Flipper,
Public Enemy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Leonard Cohen,
Agent Orange,
Reuben Wilson,
Youth Brigade,
Scott Walker,
Jeru the Damaja,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Techniques,
Bronski Beat,
Sun Ra,
The Seeds,
Nils Olav,
The Tremeloes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soul II Soul,
Dennis Brown,
Unrelated Segments,
Monolake,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blossom Toes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sonics,
Mars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Association,
LL Cool J,
Blake Baxter,
Sparks,
Stereo Dub,
Pulsallama,
Eden Ahbez,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Mills,
Peter & Gordon,
The Doors,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lalann,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.