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 Liechtenstein and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Dennis Brown to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quantec,
The Misunderstood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bush Tetras,
X-102,
Bizarre Inc.,
Circle Jerks,
Derrick May,
X-101,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Evens,
The Sound,
Supertramp,
Bob Dylan,
8 Eyed Spy,
R.M.O.,
Soulsonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
Pussy Galore,
Ituana,
Slave,
The Moleskins,
Siglo XX,
Motorama,
The Happenings,
Howard Jones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharoah Sanders,
MDC,
The Gun Club,
Thompson Twins,
Infiniti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Lydon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Intrusion,
The Dead C,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Byron Stingily,
Pole,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Morten Harket,
Jimmy McGriff,
Spoonie Gee,
Chris Corsano,
Jawbox,
The Fugs,
Pylon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Zero Boys,
John Holt,
Lyres,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minor Threat,
The Remains,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sixth Finger,
Subhumans,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.