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 Saudi Arabia and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 Kurtis Blow to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Pylon,
Bill Wells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Davy DMX,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minnie Riperton,
Von Mondo,
Lungfish,
Judy Mowatt,
Mo-Dettes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Real Kids,
Suicide,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stereo Dub,
Newcleus,
New York Dolls,
Fad Gadget,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cal Tjader,
The Fortunes,
Ossler,
Dual Sessions,
U.S. Maple,
Black Sheep,
Intrusion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bush Tetras,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smiths,
Rites of Spring,
Toni Rubio,
The Dead C,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David McCallum,
The Index,
Warren Ellis,
John Lydon,
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Clarke,
Mars,
Blancmange,
Fela Kuti,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül II,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Association,
Fugazi,
Desert Stars,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Style,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Moon,
Aswad,
Yaz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scientists,
The Cowsills,
Glenn Branca,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.