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 Denmark and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Con Funk Shun to the crunk 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Andrew Hill,
Funky Four + One,
Black Bananas,
Hot Snakes,
Colin Newman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Goldenarms,
Bad Manners,
The Fugs,
The Pop Group,
Slick Rick,
Khruangbin,
Maleditus Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mary Jane Girls,
Darondo,
Steve Hackett,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Happenings,
Johnny Clarke,
Yusef Lateef,
Pylon,
Jeff Lynne,
Siglo XX,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Index,
Nico,
Lyres,
Freddie Wadling,
Brass Construction,
T.S.O.L.,
Erykah Badu,
Faraquet,
Q65,
Dawn Penn,
Lungfish,
Michelle Simonal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Byron Stingily,
The Selecter,
Ohio Players,
Mission of Burma,
The Star Department,
Inner City,
Smog,
Visage,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wally Richardson,
John Coltrane,
Joey Negro,
Jeff Mills,
Banda Bassotti,
Neu!,
Connie Case,
Suburban Knight,
cv313,
Cameo,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.