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 Afghanistan and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
The Fall,
Rites of Spring,
This Heat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pantaleimon,
Mo-Dettes,
D'Angelo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ludus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cal Tjader,
Flash Fearless,
a-ha,
Stiv Bators,
Bush Tetras,
Oblivians,
Bill Wells,
Ice-T,
Albert Ayler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Black Dice,
the Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
The Techniques,
Todd Rundgren,
Gerry Rafferty,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nas,
Marmalade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Echospace,
Surgeon,
Terry Callier,
The Invisible,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gichy Dan,
The Birthday Party,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kayak,
Judy Mowatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bronski Beat,
Flipper,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxy Music,
The Litter,
Joey Negro,
The Knickerbockers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang On A Can,
Graham Central Station,
Darondo,
The Associates,
Hot Snakes,
Make Up,
Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Drexciya,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.