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 Russia 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Minor Threat to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
DNA,
New York Dolls,
Au Pairs,
Q65,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharoah Sanders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Loose Ends,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gap Band,
LL Cool J,
Warren Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
The Golliwogs,
Delta 5,
Sam Rivers,
Thee Headcoats,
Technova,
Organ,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boredoms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wire,
Fatback Band,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Metal Thangz,
Tommy Roe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radio Birdman,
Minor Threat,
The Dirtbombs,
Juan Atkins,
B.T. Express,
X-101,
Crash Course in Science,
Yazoo,
Moss Icon,
Franke,
The Martian,
Supertramp,
Brothers Johnson,
Marine Girls,
The Fugs,
Subhumans,
Hashim,
Black Bananas,
Youth Brigade,
Spoonie Gee,
Kool Moe Dee,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rites of Spring,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roxette,
U.S. Maple,
OOIOO,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.