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 San Marino and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Lou Reed 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 Tom Boy to the crunk 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
E-Dancer,
The Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Colin Newman,
Second Layer,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Dolphy,
Simply Red,
Susan Cadogan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radio Birdman,
Arcadia,
Absolute Body Control,
Moby Grape,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arab on Radar,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camouflage,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deadbeat,
Brand Nubian,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pulsallama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dawn Penn,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
L. Decosne,
Spandau Ballet,
The Trojans,
Flash Fearless,
Cymande,
Glenn Branca,
Chris Corsano,
Unwound,
Monks,
Schoolly D,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Skatalites,
Pagans,
Nico,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Zapp,
Jeff Mills,
Thompson Twins,
Pere Ubu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Slits,
Lou Christie,
Henry Cow,
The Neon Judgement,
Laurel Aitken,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.