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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Bad Manners to the grunge 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Young Rascals,
Terrestrial Tones,
Masters at Work,
Mantronix,
The Dead C,
Jawbox,
Mandrill,
Joey Negro,
The Mummies,
Archie Shepp,
H. Thieme,
Liliput,
Minor Threat,
Idris Muhammad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Reagan Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sandy B,
Arab on Radar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roger Hodgson,
Joe Finger,
Neu!,
The Associates,
Theoretical Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Talk Talk,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Wyatt,
Dennis Brown,
Agitation Free,
Bang On A Can,
Wolf Eyes,
Massinfluence,
Rites of Spring,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bizarre Inc.,
Isaac Hayes,
The Electric Prunes,
Delta 5,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brass Construction,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed,
Urselle,
Rakim,
Judy Mowatt,
Public Enemy,
The Busters,
The Cowsills,
World's Most,
The Gap Band,
The Grass Roots,
Deepchord,
Gang Green,
Youth Brigade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Saccharine Trust,
Juan Atkins,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.