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 Uruguay and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 The Blues Magoos to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Mr. Review,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker,
The Motions,
China Crisis,
Faraquet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lalo Schifrin,
Prince Buster,
Chris & Cosey,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fuzztones,
Average White Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slave,
Alton Ellis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The American Breed,
Little Man,
Quantec,
The Cowsills,
Swans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aswad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fortunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nico,
Soulsonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Görl,
The Moody Blues,
The Golliwogs,
Sex Pistols,
Unwound,
Sun City Girls,
Slick Rick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry's Kids,
Model 500,
Popol Vuh,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Davy DMX,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joensuu 1685,
The Star Department,
Alphaville,
Oblivians,
Lyres,
The Martian,
Das Ding,
Yusef Lateef,
Fela Kuti,
Cheater Slicks,
Warsaw,
E-Dancer,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.