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 Estonia and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Jeff Mills to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Germs,
Zero Boys,
The Seeds,
The Trojans,
Ossler,
Brothers Johnson,
Donald Byrd,
Barbara Tucker,
Mars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joy Division,
Junior Murvin,
Ice-T,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lalann,
The Vogues,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Parrish,
John Cale,
E-Dancer,
Jeru the Damaja,
PIL,
The Gladiators,
The Star Department,
Fatback Band,
The Associates,
Smog,
Black Bananas,
Connie Case,
Frankie Knuckles,
cv313,
JFA,
Swell Maps,
Nik Kershaw,
Johnny Osbourne,
Excepter,
Royal Trux,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pantaleimon,
Kayak,
The Skatalites,
Rapeman,
Kerri Chandler,
Symarip,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Pus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Wyatt,
Roxette,
Pulsallama,
The Moleskins,
Sound Behaviour,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Moody Blues,
Michelle Simonal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angry Samoans,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.