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 Spokane.
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 Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fad Gadget to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Essential Logic,
Steve Hackett,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mars,
Y Pants,
Andrew Hill,
John Foxx,
The Doobie Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yazoo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Half Japanese,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Christie,
the Association,
Yusef Lateef,
Panda Bear,
Gong,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Organ,
Heaven 17,
Isaac Hayes,
Toni Rubio,
Japan,
The Walker Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick May,
The Angels of Light,
Camberwell Now,
The United States of America,
Tom Boy,
Khruangbin,
Model 500,
Max Romeo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fortunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rapeman,
U.S. Maple,
cv313,
Cybotron,
Outsiders,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Toasters,
Lower 48,
The Mojo Men,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Duran Duran,
Vainqueur,
Young Marble Giants,
a-ha,
Stereo Dub,
Slick Rick,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.