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 Dominica and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Yazoo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Intrusion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kurtis Blow,
Vainqueur,
Godley & Creme,
Tears for Fears,
Niagra,
Shuggie Otis,
Wasted Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Cecil Taylor,
Adolescents,
Althea and Donna,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Tremeloes,
Dawn Penn,
Harpers Bizarre,
Basic Channel,
New York Dolls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harry Pussy,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Hood,
Index,
Toni Rubio,
Kayak,
Massinfluence,
Charles Mingus,
JFA,
the Association,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fat Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Franke,
Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
Malaria!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dead Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang of Four,
Youth Brigade,
Urselle,
Black Sheep,
Chris & Cosey,
Organ,
Piero Umiliani,
Flipper,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Shadows of Knight,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cal Tjader,
Agitation Free,
Jacques Brel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mo-Dettes,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.