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 Madagascar and from London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Zapp to the techno 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
MDC,
Gong,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Wells,
Nils Olav,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Icehouse,
Moebius,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roger Hodgson,
Radio Birdman,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Slits,
Rekid,
Nas,
Ultravox,
The Blackbyrds,
Todd Terry,
Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fortunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brick,
Donny Hathaway,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Liliput,
Scrapy,
Can,
Franke,
Minor Threat,
Duran Duran,
The Index,
Deepchord,
Country Teasers,
Black Sheep,
Little Man,
Trumans Water,
Lalann,
The Fugs,
Bob Dylan,
Wire,
Soft Machine,
the Human League,
Lyres,
Marmalade,
Barrington Levy,
Symarip,
Easy Going,
Motorama,
Harpers Bizarre,
Prince Buster,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.