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 India and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 48th St. Collective to the techno 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Goldenarms,
Duran Duran,
The Motions,
Pere Ubu,
Godley & Creme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Monks,
The Dead C,
Sun City Girls,
Eli Mardock,
The Gap Band,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Sheep,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Misunderstood,
MDC,
Wally Richardson,
Black Pus,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Green,
The Stooges,
Nick Fraelich,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stereo Dub,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pantaleimon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Happenings,
8 Eyed Spy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül II,
Qualms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Janne Schatter,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Halsall,
Barrington Levy,
Roxette,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marvin Gaye,
Anthony Braxton,
Delta 5,
Simply Red,
The Durutti Column,
The Fire Engines,
Marcia Griffiths,
Trumans Water,
Traffic Nightmare,
Excepter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suburban Knight,
The Toasters,
K-Klass,
Idris Muhammad,
Electric Prunes,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.