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 Singapore and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Ultra Naté to the rap 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
KRS-One,
Ossler,
Blake Baxter,
the Bar-Kays,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Sherman,
T. Rex,
Mo-Dettes,
Minutemen,
Joe Smooth,
Franke,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fugs,
Nick Fraelich,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Jandek,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Last Poets,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Zeros,
Johnny Clarke,
PIL,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Von Mondo,
Aswad,
Scientists,
Adolescents,
Khruangbin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monochrome Set,
T.S.O.L.,
Rosa Yemen,
The Selecter,
Lindisfarne,
Malaria!,
Cluster,
Matthew Halsall,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pussy Galore,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rekid,
Rites of Spring,
The Trojans,
Erasure,
The Pretty Things,
Suicide,
One Last Wish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Starr,
Mars,
Fat Boys,
The Smiths,
The Invisible,
Godley & Creme,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.