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 Grenada and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Stetsasonic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crime,
The Residents,
The Busters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Lynne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Swans,
Panda Bear,
The Fortunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Maurizio,
Simply Red,
Warsaw,
John Holt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Procol Harum,
Danielle Patucci,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pierre Henry,
The Young Rascals,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arthur Verocai,
Nirvana,
Sarah Menescal,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Slits,
MC5,
The Offenders,
Shoche,
Index,
New York Dolls,
Scratch Acid,
Albert Ayler,
Ralphi Rosario,
Little Man,
The Modern Lovers,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül II,
Excepter,
Isaac Hayes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Godley & Creme,
Andrew Hill,
Qualms,
Jerry's Kids,
Oneida,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Japan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
F. McDonald,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ponytail,
Pantytec,
Eli Mardock,
Quando Quango,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.