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 Angola and from London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cybotron to the crunk 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispian St. Peters,
Matthew Halsall,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Shadows of Knight,
David McCallum,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Starr,
Tom Boy,
Don Cherry,
Y Pants,
the Association,
Chris & Cosey,
Minor Threat,
Hardrive,
The Associates,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
Erykah Badu,
The Fuzztones,
Bob Dylan,
The Stooges,
Arthur Verocai,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
The Busters,
June of 44,
Boredoms,
Graham Central Station,
Outsiders,
Mantronix,
Brand Nubian,
Chrome,
Deadbeat,
Royal Trux,
The Blues Magoos,
Zero Boys,
The Zeros,
The Velvet Underground,
Magma,
Skaos,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mojo Men,
Faraquet,
Rapeman,
Popol Vuh,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joey Negro,
Monks,
E-Dancer,
Mission of Burma,
The Invisible,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.