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 Finland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 June Days to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Metal Thangz,
The Neon Judgement,
Nico,
John Holt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fela Kuti,
June of 44,
Qualms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Model 500,
Little Man,
Slick Rick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cameo,
The Associates,
Davy DMX,
Outsiders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blancmange,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
ABBA,
The Blues Magoos,
Maleditus Sound,
Tomorrow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
Harmonia,
Minutemen,
the Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
Symarip,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mummies,
Connie Case,
New Age Steppers,
Fat Boys,
Skaos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
Smog,
Grauzone,
Nas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fugs,
DJ Style,
Lucky Dragons,
Siglo XX,
The Index,
Letta Mbulu,
Iggy Pop,
Au Pairs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.