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 Mongolia and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Holger Czukay 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 Grandmaster Flash to the funk 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Swans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rakim,
Rekid,
Ronan,
Q and Not U,
Tubeway Army,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blossom Toes,
Michelle Simonal,
Hardrive,
Godley & Creme,
Porter Ricks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sonic Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gladiators,
Clear Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crime,
Flash Fearless,
Suicide,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Angels of Light,
Trumans Water,
Symarip,
Matthew Halsall,
the Normal,
Soul II Soul,
Sandy B,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The American Breed,
Outsiders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television,
Can,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deadbeat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eddi Front,
Swans,
The Mummies,
Hasil Adkins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kayak,
The Invisible,
Skaos,
Mandrill,
Fluxion,
Grauzone,
Harpers Bizarre,
Young Marble Giants,
Skarface,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alphaville,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.