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 Italy and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Wasted Youth to the rock 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Monolake,
Theoretical Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Wasted Youth,
Unwound,
Massinfluence,
Barrington Levy,
The Slits,
The Offenders,
June Days,
The Skatalites,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed,
Marshall Jefferson,
Patti Smith,
The Gun Club,
Yazoo,
The Residents,
Cal Tjader,
Organ,
Y Pants,
H. Thieme,
The Count Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terry Callier,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Pop Group,
Eve St. Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lyres,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jawbox,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Motorama,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Los Fastidios,
the Sonics,
Blancmange,
Bobby Byrd,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brand Nubian,
Q65,
Grauzone,
Vladislav Delay,
Mr. Review,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
World's Most,
MDC,
Delta 5,
Jeru the Damaja,
Henry Cow,
Sister Nancy,
Subhumans,
Ice-T,
Dark Day,
Half Japanese,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.