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 Luxembourg and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 David Axelrod to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Massinfluence,
Con Funk Shun,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alphaville,
Loose Ends,
Eric Dolphy,
Bob Dylan,
The Toasters,
The Music Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rites of Spring,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Goldenarms,
Hasil Adkins,
Fear,
The Associates,
The Angels of Light,
Severed Heads,
Heaven 17,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tomorrow,
Moby Grape,
Ken Boothe,
Fad Gadget,
Wings,
Scratch Acid,
MDC,
Visage,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siglo XX,
Rod Modell,
Matthew Bourne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Velvet Underground,
Metal Thangz,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter and Kerry,
The Golliwogs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Normal,
Gang of Four,
Kenny Larkin,
Junior Murvin,
The Walker Brothers,
Average White Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul II Soul,
Idris Muhammad,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Half Japanese,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Tremeloes,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Holt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nils Olav,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camouflage,
The Gap Band,
D'Angelo,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.