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 Iran and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Absolute Body Control to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Anthony Braxton,
Franke,
The Alarm Clocks,
Massinfluence,
Derrick Morgan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dark Day,
The Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Cameo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boredoms,
FM Einheit,
Byron Stingily,
Altered Images,
Nas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yellowson,
Silicon Teens,
Michelle Simonal,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Enemy,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Invisible,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rod Modell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Girls At Our Best!,
Dead Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Bananas,
June of 44,
Pere Ubu,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter and Kerry,
Cal Tjader,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moby Grape,
Sparks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Easy Going,
Rotary Connection,
UT,
Patti Smith,
Alphaville,
Nick Fraelich,
Vainqueur,
Country Teasers,
Essential Logic,
Harmonia,
B.T. Express,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.