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 Grenada and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Mission of Burma,
Zero Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
The Victims,
Maleditus Sound,
Amazonics,
New York Dolls,
Little Man,
Grey Daturas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bauhaus,
The Residents,
Sun City Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Dead Boys,
The Dead C,
Black Bananas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joensuu 1685,
10cc,
The Techniques,
Charles Mingus,
The Sonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hot Snakes,
The Red Krayola,
The Real Kids,
Tubeway Army,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heaven 17,
Roy Ayers,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
E-Dancer,
Glambeats Corp.,
Los Fastidios,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sam Rivers,
Flash Fearless,
Hoover,
Wally Richardson,
The Human League,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Organ,
Donald Byrd,
OOIOO,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Monks,
Buzzcocks,
The Last Poets,
Siglo XX,
Cameo,
Black Flag,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Au Pairs,
Brand Nubian,
Reuben Wilson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.