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 Angola and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Normal to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
The Real Kids,
Newcleus,
Minny Pops,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kaleidoscope,
Qualms,
Amon Düül,
Fatback Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Radio Birdman,
Anakelly,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Donald Byrd,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mojo Men,
Archie Shepp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
This Heat,
the Association,
Nirvana,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Bourne,
Rekid,
Khruangbin,
Smog,
Black Bananas,
Average White Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Sherman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits,
Black Flag,
Mo-Dettes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cymande,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brick,
Colin Newman,
Janne Schatter,
Soft Machine,
The Toasters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Magma,
B.T. Express,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Howard Jones,
Shoche,
The Evens,
Simply Red,
China Crisis,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Sneak,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Byrd,
Kevin Saunderson,
Agent Orange,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.