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 Swaziland and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
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 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the dance 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The J.B.'s,
Fatback Band,
Cal Tjader,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dirtbombs,
Arab on Radar,
The Dead C,
The Mojo Men,
Schoolly D,
Sixth Finger,
The Trojans,
Metal Thangz,
Camouflage,
Eli Mardock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Byron Stingily,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Techniques,
Rekid,
Scion,
Cameo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Circle Jerks,
China Crisis,
Boredoms,
Outsiders,
The Motions,
Kas Product,
Nik Kershaw,
Brand Nubian,
The Durutti Column,
Tears for Fears,
Tommy Roe,
Soft Machine,
Gang Starr,
Funky Four + One,
Mo-Dettes,
Symarip,
Skriet,
Alton Ellis,
the Swans,
Warren Ellis,
Agent Orange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
One Last Wish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra,
Reuben Wilson,
Gong,
The Knickerbockers,
Aloha Tigers,
Arthur Verocai,
Throbbing Gristle,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Enemy,
Livin' Joy,
Ossler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Flag,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.