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 Yemen and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Electric Prunes to the disco 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
The Slackers,
The Dirtbombs,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Move,
Skaos,
Silicon Teens,
Zapp,
Yellowson,
ABC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Standells,
Suburban Knight,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Index,
The Gap Band,
Slave,
Kerri Chandler,
Boz Scaggs,
the Association,
Bang On A Can,
Wolf Eyes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Masters at Work,
Public Enemy,
Make Up,
Harry Pussy,
Morten Harket,
Radiohead,
Bobby Sherman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Cale,
Tom Boy,
Brothers Johnson,
Buzzcocks,
Underground Resistance,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Green,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Moon,
Spoonie Gee,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Christie,
Babytalk,
Judy Mowatt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eden Ahbez,
The Young Rascals,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Offenders,
the Swans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sam Rivers,
Darondo,
Minnie Riperton,
Metal Thangz,
Wally Richardson,
The Fortunes,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.