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 Russia and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Matthew Bourne to the crunk 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Yazoo,
Robert Hood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Janne Schatter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skarface,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Blackbyrds,
Crash Course in Science,
Kas Product,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Schoolly D,
Public Enemy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New Age Steppers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Derrick Morgan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pop Group,
Harry Pussy,
Wasted Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
DJ Sneak,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Davy DMX,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The United States of America,
Flipper,
Glenn Branca,
Alphaville,
Donny Hathaway,
OOIOO,
Brand Nubian,
the Slits,
the Soft Cell,
Pole,
Shuggie Otis,
Nas,
Electric Prunes,
Grauzone,
Symarip,
The Monks,
X-Ray Spex,
Little Man,
Todd Rundgren,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alice Coltrane,
Fluxion,
Altered Images,
Wings,
the Germs,
Cheater Slicks,
Malaria!,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.