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 Kyrgyzstan and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Marmalade,
Ituana,
Robert Hood,
Urselle,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Icehouse,
The Associates,
Lindisfarne,
EPMD,
The Evens,
Bluetip,
Fatback Band,
Hot Snakes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mantronix,
Toni Rubio,
Chris Corsano,
Moby Grape,
The Happenings,
Heaven 17,
Sight & Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Trojans,
Rekid,
Malaria!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Byron Stingily,
Judy Mowatt,
Motorama,
Index,
Sound Behaviour,
Soul II Soul,
Television Personalities,
Unwound,
Boz Scaggs,
Sixth Finger,
Camberwell Now,
The New Christs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pantytec,
Lungfish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Carl Craig,
Ultra Naté,
Steve Hackett,
Main Source,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
DNA,
The Gladiators,
The Victims,
Joensuu 1685,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Lydon,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.