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 Kyrgyzstan 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camberwell Now to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Altered Images,
Section 25,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Parry Music,
Warsaw,
Whodini,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hashim,
The Birthday Party,
The Toasters,
Rekid,
Harmonia,
Minor Threat,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Christie,
Ponytail,
The Black Dice,
Aaron Thompson,
K-Klass,
The New Christs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Hood,
Sex Pistols,
Curtis Mayfield,
Suburban Knight,
John Coltrane,
The Remains,
Von Mondo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
48th St. Collective,
Donald Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Style,
Aloha Tigers,
The Doors,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Lydon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oneida,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chrome,
The Searchers,
Cameo,
Porter Ricks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Victims,
Deepchord,
Procol Harum,
MC5,
FM Einheit,
Brothers Johnson,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Five Americans,
Albert Ayler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mandrill,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.