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 Finland and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Goldenarms to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
The Associates,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Golliwogs,
The Raincoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Colin Newman,
The American Breed,
The Last Poets,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Lydon,
Heaven 17,
Junior Murvin,
Soulsonic Force,
Morten Harket,
New York Dolls,
Mad Mike,
Negative Approach,
Model 500,
Matthew Halsall,
Deadbeat,
Sixth Finger,
The Names,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
June Days,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Grey Daturas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Erykah Badu,
Bang On A Can,
Faraquet,
Symarip,
Flipper,
Alton Ellis,
Carl Craig,
Marvin Gaye,
Khruangbin,
Deepchord,
Mission of Burma,
Dave Gahan,
Camberwell Now,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ornette Coleman,
OOIOO,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reuben Wilson,
Suburban Knight,
Lower 48,
LL Cool J,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.