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 Georgia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Animal Collective to the punk 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-Ray Spex,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Axelrod,
The Cure,
The J.B.'s,
Cameo,
The Neon Judgement,
Sällskapet,
Joe Finger,
Sun City Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Hood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quantec,
Crispy Ambulance,
Janne Schatter,
KRS-One,
Minny Pops,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rotary Connection,
F. McDonald,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Moon,
Sun Ra,
Tim Buckley,
Suburban Knight,
Buzzcocks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fortunes,
Model 500,
JFA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
B.T. Express,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Toasters,
Soul II Soul,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vladislav Delay,
Derrick Morgan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fuzztones,
Chrome,
Public Enemy,
Average White Band,
Bronski Beat,
Pulsallama,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lungfish,
Nirvana,
Bush Tetras,
Liliput,
Ten City,
Crash Course in Science,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Schoolly D,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.