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 Haiti and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Porter Ricks to the punk 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Tim Buckley,
Ituana,
The Last Poets,
Con Funk Shun,
The Remains,
the Swans,
Junior Murvin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Angels of Light,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Steve Hackett,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cure,
Glambeats Corp.,
Janne Schatter,
The Young Rascals,
The Fuzztones,
Drexciya,
Slave,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faust,
Jeru the Damaja,
Model 500,
The Count Five,
the Association,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pierre Henry,
Audionom,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dawn Penn,
Lee Hazlewood,
kango's stein massive,
Camberwell Now,
Soft Cell,
Alice Coltrane,
The Grass Roots,
Morten Harket,
David Axelrod,
Massinfluence,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ohio Players,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Lynne,
LL Cool J,
Simply Red,
David McCallum,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quadrant,
Thee Headcoats,
Half Japanese,
Dennis Brown,
Radio Birdman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.