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 Greece and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Junior Murvin to the techno 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
Q and Not U,
Little Man,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cybotron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Audionom,
Public Enemy,
Can,
Kas Product,
The Angels of Light,
The Moody Blues,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Lynne,
Tears for Fears,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dead C,
The Smoke,
The Durutti Column,
Matthew Halsall,
Cluster,
Unrelated Segments,
a-ha,
June of 44,
Byron Stingily,
Rekid,
Lou Reed,
LL Cool J,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Doors,
The Electric Prunes,
Sister Nancy,
Reagan Youth,
Zapp,
Jacques Brel,
The Fuzztones,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Young Rascals,
KRS-One,
Minutemen,
The Remains,
The Zeros,
Ituana,
Pantaleimon,
Morten Harket,
Television,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neu!,
Excepter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hardrive,
UT,
The Searchers,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.