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 Costa Rica and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sight & Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dirtbombs,
The Grass Roots,
Adolescents,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Skatalites,
Shoche,
Junior Murvin,
The Happenings,
Black Bananas,
Inner City,
Laurel Aitken,
Main Source,
U.S. Maple,
Tres Demented,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Graham Central Station,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
UT,
In Retrospect,
Yellowson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rapeman,
Byron Stingily,
Aural Exciters,
Japan,
Brick,
Loose Ends,
Juan Atkins,
Intrusion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flipper,
Zero Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Magma,
X-102,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brand Nubian,
Bang On A Can,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Idris Muhammad,
Bush Tetras,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
World's Most,
The Monochrome Set,
This Heat,
Trumans Water,
Negative Approach,
Lou Christie,
DJ Sneak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Little Man,
Crooked Eye,
Sun City Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hoover,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young,
The Alarm Clocks,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.