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 Kazakhstan and from London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Freddie Wadling to the disco 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
Royal Trux,
Joe Finger,
The Wake,
Arab on Radar,
Kas Product,
Funky Four + One,
Aaron Thompson,
Ice-T,
Second Layer,
The Electric Prunes,
DNA,
L. Decosne,
The Gap Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Copeland,
Lungfish,
Bill Wells,
Wally Richardson,
ABBA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dawn Penn,
The Raincoats,
Henry Cow,
Slave,
Tears for Fears,
The Barracudas,
Ronan,
Grey Daturas,
Drexciya,
Anthony Braxton,
Roy Ayers,
Outsiders,
The Residents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
June of 44,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eurythmics,
Scrapy,
Quantec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Christie,
Can,
Soft Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
EPMD,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bang On A Can,
Easy Going,
Colin Newman,
Unwound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Swell Maps,
Monks,
The Cramps,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.