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 Haiti and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Aural Exciters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Rakim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lower 48,
Alison Limerick,
The Kinks,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Vogues,
Hardrive,
Dark Day,
The Red Krayola,
LL Cool J,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeff Mills,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New York Dolls,
Colin Newman,
Kerri Chandler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lungfish,
Davy DMX,
OOIOO,
Dawn Penn,
The Dirtbombs,
The Motions,
The Golliwogs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camberwell Now,
Sandy B,
Essential Logic,
Bush Tetras,
Soul Sonic Force,
Q and Not U,
D'Angelo,
Nils Olav,
Gang Starr,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donald Byrd,
The Five Americans,
The Zeros,
Ludus,
Todd Terry,
The Monochrome Set,
The Electric Prunes,
Von Mondo,
Vladislav Delay,
E-Dancer,
Swans,
Ponytail,
The Walker Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Green,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.