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 Nicaragua and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fania All-Stars to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Khruangbin,
Stereo Dub,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Yazoo,
The Angels of Light,
John Cale,
Roxy Music,
Slave,
La Düsseldorf,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Copeland,
The American Breed,
Deadbeat,
Livin' Joy,
Vainqueur,
Moby Grape,
Black Sheep,
Young Marble Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Faraquet,
Hot Snakes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Make Up,
Television Personalities,
Cameo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Flag,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sonics,
Smog,
The Remains,
Saccharine Trust,
Wire,
Bobby Sherman,
Byron Stingily,
Dennis Brown,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Isaac Hayes,
In Retrospect,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Lynne,
UT,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visage,
Eli Mardock,
Danielle Patucci,
JFA,
Simply Red,
Severed Heads,
Pere Ubu,
Q and Not U,
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.