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 Spain and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Nile Rodgers 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 CMW to the rap 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
F. McDonald,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Shuggie Otis,
Aaron Thompson,
Massinfluence,
Sällskapet,
Subhumans,
Kurtis Blow,
Accadde A,
Interpol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Schoolly D,
The Remains,
Jerry's Kids,
Dual Sessions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crash Course in Science,
Tim Buckley,
The Angels of Light,
The Buckinghams,
The Toasters,
Ronnie Foster,
Lungfish,
Gang Starr,
Rekid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amon Düül II,
Shoche,
Rites of Spring,
Absolute Body Control,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Searchers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roger Hodgson,
Davy DMX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
EPMD,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pagans,
Ohio Players,
Scratch Acid,
Cecil Taylor,
Josef K,
Goldenarms,
The Moody Blues,
X-102,
Piero Umiliani,
Traffic Nightmare,
The American Breed,
Barbara Tucker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crispian St. Peters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Infiniti,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.