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 Ethiopia and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 a-ha to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
X-Ray Spex,
Underground Resistance,
The Barracudas,
Kurtis Blow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Charles Mingus,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Womack,
Arcadia,
Ossler,
The Evens,
Altered Images,
Dave Gahan,
Bush Tetras,
John Holt,
Nirvana,
The Vogues,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Outsiders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Echospace,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sex Pistols,
Goldenarms,
Aural Exciters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Little Man,
Bluetip,
Alton Ellis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Popol Vuh,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Young Marble Giants,
Cecil Taylor,
Crime,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bootsy Collins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wolf Eyes,
Livin' Joy,
Matthew Bourne,
The Neon Judgement,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Groovy Waters,
The Velvet Underground,
Agent Orange,
Sarah Menescal,
Silicon Teens,
Aloha Tigers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donald Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
Michelle Simonal,
David McCallum,
Liliput,
The Raincoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.