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 China and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Y Pants 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crash Course in Science,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Zeros,
Roxette,
LL Cool J,
Stereo Dub,
The Cure,
New York Dolls,
the Germs,
Alison Limerick,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Seeds,
Joyce Sims,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kurtis Blow,
Bauhaus,
Jacob Miller,
Michelle Simonal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arcadia,
Clear Light,
Masters at Work,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mad Mike,
Nas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Albert Ayler,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Christie,
Silicon Teens,
Rapeman,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oblivians,
Sun Ra,
Livin' Joy,
The Evens,
Black Moon,
Leonard Cohen,
Warren Ellis,
Gang of Four,
The New Christs,
T.S.O.L.,
Pere Ubu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
AZ,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed,
This Heat,
Franke,
John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.