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 Papua New Guinea and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Simply Red to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
New York Dolls,
Shoche,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lower 48,
Make Up,
Mission of Burma,
Johnny Clarke,
the Normal,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Wyatt,
Oblivians,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed,
Television,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cramps,
Derrick Morgan,
Fat Boys,
Rapeman,
Niagra,
Ronan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mo-Dettes,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gun Club,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wire,
Popol Vuh,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gories,
Rufus Thomas,
Easy Going,
JFA,
Adolescents,
The Fugs,
Ultra Naté,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Sherman,
Derrick May,
Eden Ahbez,
Dawn Penn,
Peter and Kerry,
Bronski Beat,
Lyres,
Nick Fraelich,
Nas,
La Düsseldorf,
The Human League,
Sister Nancy,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Birthday Party,
Tim Buckley,
Ituana,
E-Dancer,
Animal Collective,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Terry,
Charles Mingus,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.