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 Maldives and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
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 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 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 The Remains to the punk 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Masters at Work,
New Order,
Altered Images,
Spoonie Gee,
John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moleskins,
Main Source,
The Vogues,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sex Pistols,
Eric B and Rakim,
kango's stein massive,
Rakim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Holt,
Anthony Braxton,
the Soft Cell,
Qualms,
Fugazi,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rod Modell,
Bill Near,
Fear,
The Kinks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Anakelly,
The American Breed,
UT,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Mo-Dettes,
The Seeds,
Pole,
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soul II Soul,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-102,
Kenny Larkin,
Whodini,
Icehouse,
Erykah Badu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
World's Most,
Scientists,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stiv Bators,
Symarip,
Circle Jerks,
Television Personalities,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fire Engines,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gladiators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
ABC,
Aswad,
The Move,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.