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 Liechtenstein and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Dorothy Ashby to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Whodini,
ABBA,
Stereo Dub,
Nas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harry Pussy,
Bronski Beat,
Aswad,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arcadia,
Joensuu 1685,
X-102,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oblivians,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jacques Brel,
Television,
Sixth Finger,
The Blackbyrds,
Agent Orange,
Sonic Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
AZ,
Rhythm & Sound,
Subhumans,
The Litter,
Soul Sonic Force,
T.S.O.L.,
Sarah Menescal,
Surgeon,
Accadde A,
Bill Near,
The Monochrome Set,
James White and The Blacks,
Kayak,
Ronnie Foster,
Mr. Review,
Cheater Slicks,
Theoretical Girls,
The Associates,
Au Pairs,
The Stooges,
Interpol,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
China Crisis,
Rites of Spring,
Maleditus Sound,
Suicide,
Quadrant,
Scott Walker,
The Trojans,
Stockholm Monsters,
cv313,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Piero Umiliani,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.