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 Bolivia and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Excepter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Charles Mingus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Model 500,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
Procol Harum,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Dolphy,
Spoonie Gee,
a-ha,
T.S.O.L.,
Das Ding,
Infiniti,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
cv313,
Neil Young,
The Remains,
Icehouse,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fortunes,
The Saints,
Stetsasonic,
Camouflage,
David Axelrod,
Chrome,
Todd Terry,
Young Marble Giants,
Amazonics,
Derrick May,
Johnny Osbourne,
Howard Jones,
Gregory Isaacs,
La Düsseldorf,
The Human League,
Warren Ellis,
The Victims,
T. Rex,
Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
Dawn Penn,
Vainqueur,
Minnie Riperton,
The Vogues,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kayak,
Drexciya,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Real Kids,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vladislav Delay,
The Selecter,
Gang Starr,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.