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 Kuwait and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Darondo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Country Teasers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quando Quango,
Average White Band,
Mad Mike,
Mandrill,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chris Corsano,
Urselle,
the Germs,
June of 44,
Public Enemy,
Skriet,
Depeche Mode,
Prince Buster,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sixth Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
Vainqueur,
Agitation Free,
Ten City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gap Band,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gladiators,
Chrome,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Pagans,
Gang Starr,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fall,
Camberwell Now,
Nirvana,
Joy Division,
Monolake,
Sonic Youth,
Pulsallama,
The Trojans,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Christie,
New Order,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Can,
Tom Boy,
The Zeros,
Brothers Johnson,
Fluxion,
Man Parrish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soft Cell,
the Slits,
ABBA,
DNA,
Toni Rubio,
Pylon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.