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 Finland and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 8 Eyed Spy to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Audionom,
Bill Wells,
The Saints,
T.S.O.L.,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Human League,
Gang Gang Dance,
Make Up,
Rakim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pagans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Vogues,
Wings,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Sheep,
Swell Maps,
Vladislav Delay,
Zapp,
Terrestrial Tones,
CMW,
Matthew Bourne,
Steve Hackett,
Sister Nancy,
Kaleidoscope,
Silicon Teens,
Easy Going,
Y Pants,
Blancmange,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Mills,
Sugar Minott,
Black Moon,
Cal Tjader,
Albert Ayler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June Days,
Warren Ellis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun City Girls,
Main Source,
Beasts of Bourbon,
F. McDonald,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Starr,
The Gap Band,
The Move,
Dead Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dirtbombs,
Tres Demented,
Aaron Thompson,
Harry Pussy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mad Mike,
Anakelly,
The Neon Judgement,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.