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 Honduras and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 James White and The Blacks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
John Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
Royal Trux,
The United States of America,
Sun Ra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Saccharine Trust,
The Techniques,
the Swans,
The Skatalites,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bootsy Collins,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fuzztones,
Quadrant,
Gong,
Echospace,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare,
Joyce Sims,
The Black Dice,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barrington Levy,
Rites of Spring,
Pussy Galore,
Amazonics,
Brand Nubian,
LL Cool J,
Faraquet,
The Remains,
Brick,
The Wake,
FM Einheit,
David Axelrod,
Lungfish,
Underground Resistance,
Bang On A Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter and Kerry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Franke,
Ludus,
Brass Construction,
Harpers Bizarre,
Absolute Body Control,
Glenn Branca,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Clear Light,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reagan Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Yellowson,
Kayak,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fat Boys,
Soft Cell,
Roger Hodgson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.