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 Slovenia and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
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 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 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 Buzzcocks to the rap 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Howard Jones,
The Fall,
Jeff Mills,
The Zeros,
X-101,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Barracudas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alphaville,
The Electric Prunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Hill,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Modern Lovers,
Lakeside,
Todd Terry,
Radiohead,
Brothers Johnson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Leonard Cohen,
EPMD,
Pantytec,
La Düsseldorf,
The Divine Comedy,
Junior Murvin,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sandy B,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Archie Shepp,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cybotron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rod Modell,
Lower 48,
Bad Manners,
The Dave Clark Five,
Procol Harum,
Marvin Gaye,
Tres Demented,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Swans,
The Music Machine,
Eurythmics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ohio Players,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Womack,
Suburban Knight,
Basic Channel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cal Tjader,
Rufus Thomas,
Grey Daturas,
Ultra Naté,
Kas Product,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hashim,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.