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 Peru and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jeff Mills to the funk 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
PIL,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultra Naté,
Liliput,
Alice Coltrane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sandy B,
Morten Harket,
Fat Boys,
The Dead C,
Model 500,
Marvin Gaye,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dawn Penn,
Newcleus,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Copeland,
Reagan Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Supertramp,
Sound Behaviour,
Erykah Badu,
Lalann,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Wells,
Clear Light,
Soulsonic Force,
Stetsasonic,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra,
Skriet,
Bauhaus,
Monks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jandek,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
The Smoke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arab on Radar,
The Knickerbockers,
Second Layer,
Lyres,
The Saints,
Fluxion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Youth Brigade,
June Days,
D'Angelo,
Symarip,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dave Gahan,
The Tremeloes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.