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 Albania and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Echospace to the electroclash 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Ultravox,
Camouflage,
The Cowsills,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
FM Einheit,
The Fortunes,
Sparks,
Basic Channel,
The Move,
Dark Day,
Althea and Donna,
The Slackers,
Roxy Music,
The Red Krayola,
Blossom Toes,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacob Miller,
Mission of Burma,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Japan,
Unwound,
The Fuzztones,
Sam Rivers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Whodini,
The Litter,
Heaven 17,
Charles Mingus,
Icehouse,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultra Naté,
Trumans Water,
DNA,
Hot Snakes,
The Invisible,
Siglo XX,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blancmange,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Scientists,
Avey Tare,
Chris & Cosey,
Donald Byrd,
E-Dancer,
the Fania All-Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jacques Brel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gong,
Cameo,
Urselle,
Lightning Bolt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Doobie Brothers,
K-Klass,
Pantaleimon,
The Walker Brothers,
D'Angelo,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.