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 France and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
Echospace,
KRS-One,
Fugazi,
Gichy Dan,
Faust,
John Lydon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Prince Buster,
Joensuu 1685,
The Angels of Light,
The Barracudas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Goldenarms,
Barry Ungar,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Bananas,
Cluster,
The Divine Comedy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Pantytec,
Schoolly D,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Wyatt,
Jawbox,
Tubeway Army,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül,
Dual Sessions,
The Dead C,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Cale,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
One Last Wish,
Siglo XX,
Bill Wells,
Royal Trux,
Zapp,
48th St. Collective,
DJ Sneak,
Charles Mingus,
Brass Construction,
Scion,
The Moleskins,
Warsaw,
Sarah Menescal,
David Axelrod,
Cybotron,
Dawn Penn,
Ornette Coleman,
Excepter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
D'Angelo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rufus Thomas,
Amazonics,
Harry Pussy,
Radio Birdman,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.