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 Micronesia and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Althea and Donna to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Minutemen,
The Vogues,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultimate Spinach,
Royal Trux,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cameo,
John Cale,
Guru Guru,
Brothers Johnson,
Tropical Tobacco,
DNA,
The Fuzztones,
Swans,
Visage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash,
OOIOO,
The Victims,
The Toasters,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantaleimon,
The J.B.'s,
Hot Snakes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rekid,
Minor Threat,
Infiniti,
Saccharine Trust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalann,
Niagra,
Colin Newman,
Roxy Music,
Carl Craig,
Zapp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sarah Menescal,
The Five Americans,
Grey Daturas,
Faust,
The Golliwogs,
Chris Corsano,
AZ,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
The Grass Roots,
Altered Images,
Joe Smooth,
Freddie Wadling,
Audionom,
T. Rex,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun Ra,
The Neon Judgement,
The Count Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kurtis Blow,
Blake Baxter,
Technova,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.