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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Hardrive to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Sherman,
Barry Ungar,
Wasted Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vainqueur,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stetsasonic,
Talk Talk,
Theoretical Girls,
Monolake,
X-101,
Michelle Simonal,
Bob Dylan,
Dual Sessions,
The Remains,
Ronan,
Ronnie Foster,
Simply Red,
Robert Görl,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Loose Ends,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doors,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Five Americans,
The Knickerbockers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Banda Bassotti,
Brothers Johnson,
Amon Düül II,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marine Girls,
Swans,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül,
Blake Baxter,
OOIOO,
Chrome,
Crispian St. Peters,
Can,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fatback Band,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erasure,
E-Dancer,
Neu!,
Charles Mingus,
Black Bananas,
Gichy Dan,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.