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 Ivory Coast and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Byrd to the jazz 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Sun City Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Josef K,
Minny Pops,
Von Mondo,
Bad Manners,
Barbara Tucker,
Minnie Riperton,
Angry Samoans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Talk Talk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Theoretical Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stockholm Monsters,
48th St. Collective,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Juan Atkins,
The Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Byrd,
Mark Hollis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dead C,
Fluxion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deepchord,
Rekid,
Ronan,
The Blues Magoos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bluetip,
Peter and Kerry,
The Offenders,
Sun Ra,
The Techniques,
Suicide,
Scrapy,
Danielle Patucci,
Yaz,
The Gap Band,
Subhumans,
The Tremeloes,
Eurythmics,
Slick Rick,
Soul Sonic Force,
Davy DMX,
June Days,
The Kinks,
Das Ding,
Nas,
Amon Düül,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.