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 Benin and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 the Germs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Grey Daturas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One,
Minnie Riperton,
UT,
Soft Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Clear Light,
Subhumans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ponytail,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smoke,
Aswad,
Ohio Players,
MDC,
Barrington Levy,
Skriet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deepchord,
Neu!,
Bluetip,
Mandrill,
Laurel Aitken,
Charles Mingus,
Pantytec,
OOIOO,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pole,
The Walker Brothers,
AZ,
Tres Demented,
Robert Görl,
Panda Bear,
Radio Birdman,
Nirvana,
Gang Green,
Grauzone,
These Immortal Souls,
Anakelly,
Royal Trux,
The Black Dice,
Donald Byrd,
Amon Düül,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Neon Judgement,
Sarah Menescal,
Scrapy,
MC5,
Johnny Clarke,
The Birthday Party,
This Heat,
Carl Craig,
The Raincoats,
Masters at Work,
8 Eyed Spy,
U.S. Maple,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.