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 Burundi and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marc Almond to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Monolake,
the Normal,
Bush Tetras,
Cluster,
David Axelrod,
Blancmange,
The Fortunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cybotron,
Rekid,
Royal Trux,
Ice-T,
Mars,
the Germs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mo-Dettes,
Second Layer,
Brass Construction,
The Fire Engines,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Knickerbockers,
Aswad,
Au Pairs,
Smog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lungfish,
Flipper,
Supertramp,
Junior Murvin,
Joe Smooth,
Gabor Szabo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tommy Roe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Slits,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-101,
Nirvana,
The Real Kids,
Steve Hackett,
Nik Kershaw,
Yusef Lateef,
The Grass Roots,
Soul II Soul,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tom Boy,
Chris & Cosey,
Stiv Bators,
Animal Collective,
The Star Department,
The Count Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nas,
Pierre Henry,
Erasure,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Parrish,
The Fall,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.