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 Bangladesh and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rekid to the punk 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skarface,
The Trojans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Warsaw,
Y Pants,
Gabor Szabo,
Minny Pops,
Quando Quango,
The Durutti Column,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swans,
Byron Stingily,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonic Youth,
Mad Mike,
E-Dancer,
Robert Hood,
The Human League,
Yaz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
World's Most,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fall,
The Remains,
Scientists,
The Cowsills,
New York Dolls,
The Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
Traffic Nightmare,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David Axelrod,
Sam Rivers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hasil Adkins,
Iggy Pop,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skaos,
Peter & Gordon,
Kayak,
ABC,
Intrusion,
Oblivians,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grauzone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wasted Youth,
The Zeros,
Ken Boothe,
Kaleidoscope,
Crispy Ambulance,
Depeche Mode,
Desert Stars,
Blake Baxter,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.