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 Kuwait and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grunge 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Suburban Knight,
Moss Icon,
This Heat,
Skarface,
The Velvet Underground,
Kurtis Blow,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Vogues,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glenn Branca,
Average White Band,
The Kinks,
Pierre Henry,
Pussy Galore,
Man Eating Sloth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minutemen,
The Neon Judgement,
James White and The Blacks,
Goldenarms,
Agent Orange,
T. Rex,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Hood,
The Young Rascals,
Guru Guru,
Sun City Girls,
Harmonia,
Tropical Tobacco,
a-ha,
Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Massinfluence,
Lalann,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tim Buckley,
Patti Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Anakelly,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Association,
The Count Five,
Pole,
Skaos,
Flash Fearless,
The Gap Band,
Fad Gadget,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Khruangbin,
D'Angelo,
Qualms,
Blossom Toes,
Alice Coltrane,
Deakin,
Amon Düül II,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.