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 Eritrea and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Boogie Down Productions to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Eve St. Jones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crash Course in Science,
Marvin Gaye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visage,
Wings,
Cameo,
The Offenders,
Iggy Pop,
Ultravox,
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Guru Guru,
Siglo XX,
The Fuzztones,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Junior Murvin,
Scion,
The Birthday Party,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deakin,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultra Naté,
The Pretty Things,
James White and The Blacks,
Isaac Hayes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Slave,
Public Enemy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cymande,
Mars,
The Associates,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sonics,
Subhumans,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Electric Prunes,
Pere Ubu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Evens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Main Source,
the Association,
Metal Thangz,
Excepter,
The Detroit Cobras,
KRS-One,
The Misunderstood,
Arab on Radar,
Unwound,
Depeche Mode,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ossler,
Negative Approach,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dual Sessions,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.