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 Turkey and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 CMW to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
The Tremeloes,
Ossler,
Byron Stingily,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tommy Roe,
ABC,
Crispy Ambulance,
Depeche Mode,
Lakeside,
Babytalk,
Chris Corsano,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
CMW,
Todd Rundgren,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Toasters,
Robert Görl,
Goldenarms,
Japan,
Ken Boothe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kenny Larkin,
Ohio Players,
the Sonics,
Scratch Acid,
Dawn Penn,
The Residents,
New Age Steppers,
The Fall,
Rekid,
Pylon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kerri Chandler,
Fluxion,
Glenn Branca,
JFA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ronan,
The Young Rascals,
Shoche,
Stiv Bators,
Crash Course in Science,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tres Demented,
Amazonics,
Joy Division,
Boz Scaggs,
R.M.O.,
Anthony Braxton,
Hashim,
Scion,
The Grass Roots,
Ituana,
June Days,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Starr,
Blossom Toes,
X-101,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.