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 Croatia and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Shuggie Otis to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wally Richardson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
Warren Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Icehouse,
Minnie Riperton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tubeway Army,
LL Cool J,
Rod Modell,
Schoolly D,
The Toasters,
Das Ding,
Underground Resistance,
La Düsseldorf,
Minutemen,
The Offenders,
Qualms,
Robert Wyatt,
Pantytec,
Japan,
Heaven 17,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Mr. Review,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deadbeat,
Morten Harket,
Intrusion,
Desert Stars,
Carl Craig,
Joy Division,
the Soft Cell,
Average White Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jawbox,
Bill Wells,
Freddie Wadling,
Guru Guru,
Rhythm & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
The Happenings,
Rufus Thomas,
Pharoah Sanders,
K-Klass,
Aloha Tigers,
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Frankie Knuckles,
PIL,
Nico,
Jandek,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.