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 Montenegro and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Agitation Free to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Nirvana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slave,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare,
David McCallum,
Roxette,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
In Retrospect,
48th St. Collective,
Skriet,
Parry Music,
Hasil Adkins,
Sixth Finger,
Rapeman,
Deadbeat,
The Associates,
Henry Cow,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hoover,
Mission of Burma,
Nils Olav,
Average White Band,
Blossom Toes,
Inner City,
Matthew Bourne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wings,
Man Eating Sloth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Japan,
Unrelated Segments,
Kerrie Biddell,
K-Klass,
Susan Cadogan,
Bronski Beat,
The Cure,
Scion,
Pulsallama,
Mars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kurtis Blow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scan 7,
Todd Rundgren,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Young Rascals,
Brand Nubian,
Spandau Ballet,
Flipper,
Rufus Thomas,
The Standells,
The Vogues,
Jeru the Damaja,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.