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 Chad and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Au Pairs to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
DJ Style,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pylon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Saints,
The Real Kids,
Circle Jerks,
The Fugs,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Pop Group,
Nils Olav,
Mandrill,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Judy Mowatt,
The Victims,
Camberwell Now,
The Fall,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Green,
Lower 48,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Make Up,
Little Man,
Kenny Larkin,
Pulsallama,
Jeff Lynne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joensuu 1685,
Minor Threat,
Organ,
Brand Nubian,
Derrick Morgan,
Echospace,
Rotary Connection,
Banda Bassotti,
Godley & Creme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Josef K,
Minnie Riperton,
Hot Snakes,
Chris Corsano,
Hasil Adkins,
Pussy Galore,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wally Richardson,
Yaz,
Roxette,
Chris & Cosey,
The Zeros,
The Stooges,
Arthur Verocai,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eddi Front,
R.M.O.,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.