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 Moldova and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 X-102 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
The Grass Roots,
Ossler,
Anakelly,
Audionom,
Wasted Youth,
In Retrospect,
New Order,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bootsy Collins,
Ronan,
Royal Trux,
The Saints,
Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
The Barracudas,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
Suburban Knight,
KRS-One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rosa Yemen,
Piero Umiliani,
X-101,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bill Near,
The Motions,
Malaria!,
Kenny Larkin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Junior Murvin,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Walker Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Organ,
Lyres,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Carl Craig,
World's Most,
Mantronix,
Public Enemy,
Dawn Penn,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Bar-Kays,
Bad Manners,
Robert Görl,
Television,
Scan 7,
Bobby Byrd,
Pagans,
Skriet,
The Skatalites,
Colin Newman,
Jandek,
The Gories,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.