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 Dominica 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 The Remains to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
EPMD,
Excepter,
Arab on Radar,
Dark Day,
Bad Manners,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Johnny Osbourne,
Heaven 17,
The Happenings,
Basic Channel,
The Angels of Light,
Hasil Adkins,
David Bowie,
The Index,
Ohio Players,
Soft Machine,
Gang Green,
Siglo XX,
Average White Band,
Ten City,
Dennis Brown,
Severed Heads,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amazonics,
Lungfish,
Sällskapet,
the Sonics,
Cluster,
Hardrive,
Eve St. Jones,
The Seeds,
Anakelly,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Lydon,
AZ,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cybotron,
Cheater Slicks,
The Martian,
Tom Boy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter & Gordon,
Simply Red,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Christie,
David Axelrod,
Malaria!,
Fat Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drexciya,
Panda Bear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.