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 Sweden and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Johnny Osbourne,
Don Cherry,
Scrapy,
Bluetip,
The Dirtbombs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Popol Vuh,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Monks,
JFA,
Black Moon,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mummies,
Sarah Menescal,
The Young Rascals,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cheater Slicks,
The Divine Comedy,
Supertramp,
The Leaves,
Gang Gang Dance,
Procol Harum,
Lakeside,
The Techniques,
Skarface,
Erykah Badu,
Echospace,
the Fania All-Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Excepter,
Japan,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
the Sonics,
John Coltrane,
The Fire Engines,
a-ha,
Yellowson,
Hoover,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Parry Music,
Joensuu 1685,
Harry Pussy,
The Standells,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Maurizio,
Lungfish,
Groovy Waters,
UT,
Shoche,
Ice-T,
Monolake,
Wire,
Rhythm & Sound,
Visage,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.