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 Belize and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Holger Czukay 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 Slits to the jazz 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
the Normal,
The Searchers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ituana,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Last Poets,
John Holt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Idris Muhammad,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gories,
Camouflage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Residents,
Thee Headcoats,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Germs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Henry Cow,
Robert Hood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cramps,
Lightning Bolt,
Anakelly,
H. Thieme,
Susan Cadogan,
Smog,
The Evens,
Joensuu 1685,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Lydon,
The Modern Lovers,
Mr. Review,
Prince Buster,
EPMD,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Martian,
Groovy Waters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rakim,
Symarip,
Eric B and Rakim,
Inner City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soft Cell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxette,
Outsiders,
Suicide,
The Beau Brummels,
Sex Pistols,
Duran Duran,
Fad Gadget,
Pere Ubu,
Lindisfarne,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.