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 Bahamas and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Sparks to the rap 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones 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?
The Zeros,
Japan,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bronski Beat,
Lower 48,
The Remains,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Connie Case,
Tres Demented,
Angry Samoans,
The Victims,
Sugar Minott,
Thee Headcoats,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radiopuhelimet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faraquet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Zero Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Sheep,
Erasure,
The Mojo Men,
Sandy B,
Oneida,
Silicon Teens,
Royal Trux,
Yellowson,
Rod Modell,
Popol Vuh,
Arthur Verocai,
Sound Behaviour,
Tubeway Army,
Pantytec,
The Smoke,
David Bowie,
Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
Eddi Front,
Scrapy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skarface,
Johnny Clarke,
Surgeon,
Anakelly,
Jandek,
The Associates,
Judy Mowatt,
Marvin Gaye,
U.S. Maple,
Ohio Players,
Trumans Water,
Lalo Schifrin,
China Crisis,
The Searchers,
Symarip,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.