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 Montenegro and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 The Vogues to the grime 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
K-Klass,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fuzztones,
Piero Umiliani,
Archie Shepp,
Symarip,
Mars,
Sam Rivers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
Amon Düül II,
T. Rex,
Qualms,
John Lydon,
Urselle,
The Human League,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Foxx,
Alison Limerick,
Prince Buster,
Malaria!,
The Evens,
Dead Boys,
Scan 7,
Sight & Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Infiniti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cameo,
Simply Red,
Man Parrish,
Chris & Cosey,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minny Pops,
Suicide,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cluster,
Isaac Hayes,
KRS-One,
Pulsallama,
Marmalade,
Yusef Lateef,
Sarah Menescal,
Rakim,
The Motions,
Average White Band,
The Star Department,
Shoche,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fortunes,
Gang of Four,
Wire,
the Association,
Mark Hollis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tom Boy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
Eric Dolphy,
E-Dancer,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.