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 Jamaica and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Tomorrow 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moss Icon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oneida,
Alton Ellis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rites of Spring,
Ludus,
The Seeds,
Tommy Roe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Outsiders,
Crooked Eye,
Guru Guru,
Flash Fearless,
Ten City,
Alice Coltrane,
Massinfluence,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mummies,
Patti Smith,
Darondo,
The Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Average White Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Los Fastidios,
Roger Hodgson,
Nas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
OOIOO,
Maurizio,
Moebius,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fela Kuti,
Popol Vuh,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arab on Radar,
DNA,
Ituana,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
Frankie Knuckles,
10cc,
Audionom,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Sonny Sharrock,
This Heat,
DJ Style,
Sound Behaviour,
The J.B.'s,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.