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 Guatemala and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
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 organ 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 Maurizio to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
The Divine Comedy,
Con Funk Shun,
Altered Images,
Shuggie Otis,
Nas,
Brass Construction,
Crime,
Andrew Hill,
Charles Mingus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minny Pops,
Marvin Gaye,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dirtbombs,
Rufus Thomas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cheater Slicks,
Scion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Görl,
Stiv Bators,
48th St. Collective,
Glambeats Corp.,
JFA,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare,
10cc,
Maleditus Sound,
Crooked Eye,
The Remains,
Amon Düül II,
Lucky Dragons,
Ituana,
Slave,
Porter Ricks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joy Division,
The Saints,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mandrill,
Cal Tjader,
8 Eyed Spy,
Icehouse,
Guru Guru,
Aaron Thompson,
Al Stewart,
Moebius,
Buzzcocks,
Magazine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unrelated Segments,
PIL,
China Crisis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kool Moe Dee,
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.