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 Croatia and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 U.S. Maple to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Maleditus Sound,
Lower 48,
James White and The Blacks,
Mars,
The Durutti Column,
Schoolly D,
Nation of Ulysses,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Underground Resistance,
Camberwell Now,
Trumans Water,
Fluxion,
Sex Pistols,
Skarface,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Anakelly,
Monolake,
Lyres,
Model 500,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gap Band,
Country Teasers,
Ralphi Rosario,
The J.B.'s,
Cybotron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mummies,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Black Dice,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Young Rascals,
The Martian,
Kayak,
Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
Soft Machine,
The Misunderstood,
F. McDonald,
Johnny Clarke,
Niagra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sugar Minott,
8 Eyed Spy,
kango's stein massive,
Peter & Gordon,
Arcadia,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
One Last Wish,
Excepter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Busters,
Glenn Branca,
Oneida,
Pylon,
The Standells,
Subhumans,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.