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 Philippines and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 David Bowie 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 Derrick Morgan to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
June of 44,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neu!,
Jeff Mills,
Freddie Wadling,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skriet,
Black Moon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deepchord,
Ossler,
Magazine,
The Fall,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sonics,
The Selecter,
John Coltrane,
Patti Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Judy Mowatt,
James White and The Blacks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grey Daturas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Lynne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bill Near,
Surgeon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Average White Band,
Chris Corsano,
Essential Logic,
Tim Buckley,
Bush Tetras,
Nirvana,
Moss Icon,
D'Angelo,
Nik Kershaw,
Circle Jerks,
China Crisis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oblivians,
The Gories,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chrome,
Schoolly D,
Urselle,
Hashim,
Au Pairs,
Simply Red,
Public Image Ltd.,
Japan,
AZ,
Tom Boy,
R.M.O.,
Joe Smooth,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.