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 Botswana and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wings to the techno 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ohio Players,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doors,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker,
Jacques Brel,
Sam Rivers,
Nils Olav,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
The Durutti Column,
Peter and Kerry,
Anakelly,
The Pretty Things,
The Trojans,
Cheater Slicks,
Schoolly D,
Alice Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Leaves,
Ponytail,
Pulsallama,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thee Headcoats,
The Zeros,
Accadde A,
Tom Boy,
Tommy Roe,
Monolake,
Country Teasers,
Livin' Joy,
Blancmange,
Wings,
Chris & Cosey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Janne Schatter,
Eurythmics,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
D'Angelo,
Funky Four + One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crash Course in Science,
Thompson Twins,
The Dead C,
Johnny Clarke,
Unwound,
U.S. Maple,
Deadbeat,
Marmalade,
Pussy Galore,
The Pop Group,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rakim,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.