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 Kosovo and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Janne Schatter to the punk 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Sneak,
The Slits,
Duran Duran,
Jacques Brel,
Barbara Tucker,
R.M.O.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quadrant,
Frankie Knuckles,
Loose Ends,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bauhaus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minutemen,
Procol Harum,
Lucky Dragons,
Swans,
Gabor Szabo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pagans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lightning Bolt,
Funkadelic,
Gang Green,
The Techniques,
Soft Cell,
Anakelly,
Joey Negro,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gladiators,
Bizarre Inc.,
Don Cherry,
The Mojo Men,
Godley & Creme,
New Order,
Absolute Body Control,
Fluxion,
Organ,
Rod Modell,
Eric Copeland,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monochrome Set,
The Litter,
Sun Ra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Monks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stiv Bators,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Girls At Our Best!,
DJ Style,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The American Breed,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Womack,
Pussy Galore,
Khruangbin,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.