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 Nauru and from London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camberwell Now to the electroclash 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Motorama,
Public Image Ltd.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Country Teasers,
The Slits,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Andrew Hill,
Ponytail,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quadrant,
Procol Harum,
Q and Not U,
Dual Sessions,
This Heat,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James White and The Blacks,
Nas,
Eric Copeland,
Joe Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris & Cosey,
The American Breed,
The Seeds,
Davy DMX,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Barracudas,
Letta Mbulu,
The Divine Comedy,
The Kinks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television,
Yusef Lateef,
Hasil Adkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Holt,
Tom Boy,
Monks,
Clear Light,
Lindisfarne,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
Supertramp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
T.S.O.L.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fuzztones,
Rakim,
Tubeway Army,
Infiniti,
Joyce Sims,
The Remains,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Urselle,
Bill Wells,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cybotron,
Yellowson,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.