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 Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Metal Thangz to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Matthew Halsall,
Bootsy Collins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roxette,
Livin' Joy,
The Barracudas,
Ornette Coleman,
Magma,
Pylon,
Pere Ubu,
The Skatalites,
Brass Construction,
K-Klass,
KRS-One,
Bobby Byrd,
Eddi Front,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tom Boy,
Little Man,
Dead Boys,
Brick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Underground Resistance,
The Standells,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Durutti Column,
Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
The Smoke,
Alton Ellis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mr. Review,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Sugar Minott,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Wyatt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gap Band,
Negative Approach,
Lakeside,
The Neon Judgement,
Altered Images,
Marmalade,
Jeru the Damaja,
Faraquet,
Godley & Creme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Intrusion,
Piero Umiliani,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.