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 Ivory Coast and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Ultimate Spinach to the crunk 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Easy Going,
Qualms,
the Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
Drexciya,
Man Parrish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Absolute Body Control,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
World's Most,
Swans,
Stereo Dub,
Flipper,
Massinfluence,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yusef Lateef,
Susan Cadogan,
Joensuu 1685,
Harmonia,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nirvana,
D'Angelo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Visage,
Mr. Review,
La Düsseldorf,
The Real Kids,
Eric Dolphy,
Spoonie Gee,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-102,
Sixth Finger,
Ultra Naté,
Brand Nubian,
Donny Hathaway,
The Names,
Skaos,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed,
Aloha Tigers,
The American Breed,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Todd Terry,
Amazonics,
Depeche Mode,
the Normal,
Robert Görl,
Japan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Pus,
Neu!,
JFA,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fortunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Skarface,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.