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 China and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Joensuu 1685 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Hardrive,
Godley & Creme,
Outsiders,
Eric Dolphy,
Smog,
Ronan,
The Standells,
Yusef Lateef,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marmalade,
John Holt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Depeche Mode,
Talk Talk,
World's Most,
JFA,
The Last Poets,
Lower 48,
The Busters,
Bad Manners,
Minor Threat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry's Kids,
DJ Style,
Fat Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Saccharine Trust,
Agitation Free,
Porter Ricks,
Japan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
Royal Trux,
Mo-Dettes,
The Misunderstood,
Jeff Mills,
Henry Cow,
Television Personalities,
The Velvet Underground,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pagans,
The Selecter,
Technova,
The Modern Lovers,
Wasted Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Supertramp,
The Dead C,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bush Tetras,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.