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 Guinea and from London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 The Associates to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nirvana,
The Tremeloes,
Index,
Cheater Slicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grey Daturas,
Ultravox,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Funkadelic,
Harry Pussy,
Animal Collective,
T. Rex,
Slick Rick,
Desert Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Lydon,
The Smoke,
Theoretical Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mandrill,
Arthur Verocai,
Tim Buckley,
Yellowson,
The Martian,
James White and The Blacks,
the Slits,
Joe Smooth,
Ronan,
Toni Rubio,
Sam Rivers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jawbox,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bauhaus,
Sonic Youth,
Scan 7,
Morten Harket,
Michelle Simonal,
Flipper,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Enemy,
David Axelrod,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cymande,
Hasil Adkins,
Lucky Dragons,
Barbara Tucker,
Sixth Finger,
One Last Wish,
The Offenders,
Fatback Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tears for Fears,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.