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 Denmark and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pole to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ten City,
Outsiders,
Banda Bassotti,
Tommy Roe,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Finger,
Mission of Burma,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Davy DMX,
Marine Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
Heaven 17,
Howard Jones,
Schoolly D,
The Cowsills,
Boredoms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cal Tjader,
Eve St. Jones,
The Pop Group,
Dark Day,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Count Five,
The Standells,
Reagan Youth,
Mars,
Robert Hood,
Soft Cell,
Youth Brigade,
Bauhaus,
The Motions,
The Fuzztones,
Black Bananas,
Thee Headcoats,
Rakim,
T.S.O.L.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Erykah Badu,
The Techniques,
Mantronix,
Black Sheep,
LL Cool J,
KRS-One,
Skarface,
Simply Red,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Gang Dance,
EPMD,
Silicon Teens,
Barbara Tucker,
Skriet,
The New Christs,
Inner City,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.