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 Dominican Republic and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 Kerri Chandler to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Minor Threat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ice-T,
Eden Ahbez,
Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sällskapet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alice Coltrane,
This Heat,
Deakin,
June of 44,
Sex Pistols,
Model 500,
Procol Harum,
Letta Mbulu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dead Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Yellowson,
Yusef Lateef,
Jesper Dahlback,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Byrd,
Howard Jones,
Donny Hathaway,
Minnie Riperton,
Funkadelic,
Charles Mingus,
Barry Ungar,
The Motions,
Harmonia,
Drexciya,
B.T. Express,
Patti Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Fad Gadget,
X-101,
Roxette,
Jawbox,
Sugar Minott,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ohio Players,
Faraquet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Modern Lovers,
the Normal,
Gang Green,
Sarah Menescal,
Audionom,
Slave,
The Real Kids,
Arab on Radar,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.