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 Bahamas and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Boredoms to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Leonard Cohen,
Erykah Badu,
ABBA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronan,
Gabor Szabo,
Scion,
Main Source,
Lungfish,
Cybotron,
the Bar-Kays,
Public Enemy,
Cymande,
Duran Duran,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mandrill,
Blossom Toes,
Mo-Dettes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pagans,
Eurythmics,
The Divine Comedy,
Infiniti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cramps,
Minnie Riperton,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joensuu 1685,
Tubeway Army,
L. Decosne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
A Certain Ratio,
Brass Construction,
Sällskapet,
The Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
Mantronix,
Wings,
Joy Division,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fela Kuti,
Parry Music,
Hot Snakes,
The Angels of Light,
Don Cherry,
Harry Pussy,
Nico,
Peter and Kerry,
Yellowson,
Anthony Braxton,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moby Grape,
U.S. Maple,
Sonic Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Hood,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.