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 Guyana and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Kurtis Blow to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sherman. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
John Foxx,
The Martian,
The Stooges,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Young Marble Giants,
Audionom,
Nas,
Clear Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roxette,
Sparks,
The Monks,
Pussy Galore,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Buzzcocks,
kango's stein massive,
Deadbeat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joy Division,
David Bowie,
Gastr Del Sol,
Malaria!,
Second Layer,
Crooked Eye,
Faraquet,
The Knickerbockers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
China Crisis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Japan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rekid,
Severed Heads,
Nirvana,
Dorothy Ashby,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sixth Finger,
Smog,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-101,
Prince Buster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Main Source,
Isaac Hayes,
KRS-One,
Dark Day,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Leaves,
Mission of Burma,
Thee Headcoats,
Suburban Knight,
Fela Kuti,
This Heat,
Liliput,
Joey Negro,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fatback Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.