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 Tunisia and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Harmonia to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Peter & Gordon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Angels of Light,
The Invisible,
X-101,
Black Bananas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Barracudas,
Black Sheep,
Al Stewart,
DJ Style,
Reagan Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dark Day,
The Blues Magoos,
Glenn Branca,
Toni Rubio,
PIL,
Pagans,
The Black Dice,
The Trojans,
Wire,
The Offenders,
Make Up,
Frankie Knuckles,
Suicide,
Dennis Brown,
The Fortunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Guru Guru,
The Moleskins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Easy Going,
The Stooges,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Bar-Kays,
Angry Samoans,
Agent Orange,
Tubeway Army,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New York Dolls,
Inner City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
MC5,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aaron Thompson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Absolute Body Control,
The Beau Brummels,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dave Clark Five,
Howard Jones,
Saccharine Trust,
Sixth Finger,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Das Ding,
Basic Channel,
The Red Krayola,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.