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 Ivory Coast and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the jazz 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
The Gories,
Flipper,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stereo Dub,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Pretty Things,
Joyce Sims,
Supertramp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Interpol,
Josef K,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moss Icon,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker,
The Sonics,
The Offenders,
Ossler,
X-102,
The Fall,
Hoover,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Stooges,
The Busters,
Pylon,
Dawn Penn,
Tomorrow,
48th St. Collective,
Tom Boy,
Bluetip,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Copeland,
Rekid,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wally Richardson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Cell,
Bronski Beat,
Cal Tjader,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glenn Branca,
Ice-T,
Gichy Dan,
The Toasters,
Unrelated Segments,
Soft Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Los Fastidios,
Michelle Simonal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blake Baxter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yazoo,
Ten City,
Swell Maps,
Liliput,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.