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 Taiwan and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 the Germs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mo-Dettes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Patti Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Trumans Water,
Schoolly D,
Dual Sessions,
Graham Central Station,
Deakin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Görl,
Boz Scaggs,
Fela Kuti,
the Bar-Kays,
Aloha Tigers,
Tommy Roe,
The Sonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Desert Stars,
Skaos,
Blossom Toes,
UT,
R.M.O.,
Pulsallama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Loose Ends,
Model 500,
FM Einheit,
Simply Red,
Average White Band,
Quando Quango,
The Move,
Blancmange,
Crispian St. Peters,
Josef K,
Panda Bear,
Mr. Review,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gories,
Joyce Sims,
Franke,
Au Pairs,
The Doors,
Public Enemy,
Japan,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monochrome Set,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeff Mills,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mission of Burma,
Malaria!,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.