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 Grenada and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nirvana to the punk 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brothers Johnson,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monochrome Set,
Massinfluence,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cowsills,
The Knickerbockers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Pus,
Fad Gadget,
Hot Snakes,
Alton Ellis,
Iggy Pop,
Eve St. Jones,
ABBA,
Pantytec,
Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
the Germs,
La Düsseldorf,
The Kinks,
Crash Course in Science,
OOIOO,
The Busters,
David Bowie,
Eddi Front,
Lungfish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Victims,
The Real Kids,
Sugar Minott,
Royal Trux,
the Slits,
Pagans,
Man Parrish,
Minnie Riperton,
Arcadia,
Liliput,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Sherman,
H. Thieme,
The Sound,
Byron Stingily,
The Count Five,
Au Pairs,
MDC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Misunderstood,
Blossom Toes,
Symarip,
Jawbox,
The Happenings,
Sun City Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jandek,
The Cramps,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.