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 South Africa and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Sarah Menescal to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flipper,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aswad,
Scott Walker,
Suicide,
Theoretical Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Unrelated Segments,
The Vogues,
The Fuzztones,
The Dirtbombs,
Slick Rick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scrapy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cybotron,
Inner City,
Grey Daturas,
John Holt,
The Tremeloes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Supertramp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Altered Images,
Kenny Larkin,
Sister Nancy,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Y Pants,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skriet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David Bowie,
Bluetip,
Basic Channel,
MDC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cramps,
Ossler,
The Gun Club,
Hoover,
Motorama,
Au Pairs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Zero Boys,
T. Rex,
The Doors,
The Seeds,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.