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 Macedonia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the crunk 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tomorrow,
Skarface,
Loose Ends,
Monolake,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Whodini,
The Cure,
The Wake,
The Names,
Kerrie Biddell,
B.T. Express,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Basic Channel,
Cluster,
Minny Pops,
In Retrospect,
A Certain Ratio,
Wasted Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eurythmics,
Surgeon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Circle Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Funkadelic,
Das Ding,
Stetsasonic,
Brand Nubian,
Lebanon Hanover,
10cc,
DJ Sneak,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fela Kuti,
Albert Ayler,
Fad Gadget,
Eve St. Jones,
Dave Gahan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siglo XX,
The Cramps,
Gang Starr,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
L. Decosne,
Marine Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
The Residents,
Schoolly D,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Detroit Cobras,
Model 500,
Charles Mingus,
The J.B.'s,
Alice Coltrane,
The Last Poets,
Black Bananas,
Patti Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.