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 Zimbabwe and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Motorama to the rap 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Loose Ends,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sam Rivers,
The Dirtbombs,
the Germs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Zero Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crash Course in Science,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sarah Menescal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marshall Jefferson,
H. Thieme,
Glenn Branca,
Adolescents,
the Sonics,
Gang of Four,
L. Decosne,
Visage,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sex Pistols,
Deepchord,
New York Dolls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quando Quango,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-102,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fatback Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Sound Behaviour,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nico,
Althea and Donna,
Rod Modell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultravox,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rites of Spring,
Con Funk Shun,
Darondo,
Goldenarms,
Stetsasonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Names,
Judy Mowatt,
Main Source,
Wolf Eyes,
Ossler,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Music Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
OOIOO,
Anthony Braxton,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.