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 Mongolia and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aswad to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Josef K,
T.S.O.L.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eve St. Jones,
The Searchers,
Mad Mike,
Loose Ends,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Freddie Wadling,
Dead Boys,
Sun Ra,
The Skatalites,
Swans,
Panda Bear,
The Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Bananas,
Pussy Galore,
Alison Limerick,
China Crisis,
Nik Kershaw,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Index,
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jacques Brel,
Eric Dolphy,
Wings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brand Nubian,
Fad Gadget,
Hoover,
Michelle Simonal,
Bob Dylan,
Radio Birdman,
Lakeside,
Stiv Bators,
the Normal,
The Wake,
Saccharine Trust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Human League,
Soulsonic Force,
Joensuu 1685,
Derrick Morgan,
Judy Mowatt,
Sparks,
X-Ray Spex,
Organ,
Spandau Ballet,
Stereo Dub,
Faust,
Anakelly,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mandrill,
Motorama,
L. Decosne,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.