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 Albania and from Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Anakelly to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
The Martian,
Saccharine Trust,
Bill Wells,
Delon & Dalcan,
Steve Hackett,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter & Gordon,
The Victims,
Frankie Knuckles,
Infiniti,
Surgeon,
Crooked Eye,
Roxy Music,
Joey Negro,
Janne Schatter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Royal Trux,
Organ,
Pharoah Sanders,
Japan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Technova,
Clear Light,
Animal Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
Slick Rick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Max Romeo,
Peter and Kerry,
Pantaleimon,
Sex Pistols,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Hill,
Todd Rundgren,
Boredoms,
X-102,
Easy Going,
Bluetip,
K-Klass,
Fela Kuti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dawn Penn,
Susan Cadogan,
Sarah Menescal,
The Five Americans,
The Gories,
Colin Newman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül,
Cal Tjader,
Pole,
The Monks,
Echospace,
Quadrant,
James White and The Blacks,
Albert Ayler,
The Slackers,
Pussy Galore,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.