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 Micronesia and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Eli Mardock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül II,
The Evens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ohio Players,
John Cale,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Clarke,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donny Hathaway,
Sister Nancy,
The Mojo Men,
a-ha,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moss Icon,
The Fuzztones,
Don Cherry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Last Poets,
K-Klass,
L. Decosne,
Black Bananas,
DJ Sneak,
The Trojans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lyres,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wings,
Cymande,
Zero Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Jawbox,
Henry Cow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sandy B,
Lalann,
Piero Umiliani,
Rekid,
Aaron Thompson,
Blake Baxter,
Little Man,
Eve St. Jones,
Ituana,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mad Mike,
Lucky Dragons,
Monolake,
The Star Department,
The Velvet Underground,
Q65,
Schoolly D,
Negative Approach,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.