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 Papua New Guinea and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Lou Reed 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 Mantronix to the grunge 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Donny Hathaway,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ossler,
The Beau Brummels,
Mantronix,
Royal Trux,
The Fire Engines,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bauhaus,
Swans,
Model 500,
Joyce Sims,
48th St. Collective,
Sam Rivers,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Divine Comedy,
Infiniti,
The United States of America,
Steve Hackett,
Swell Maps,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Machine,
The Techniques,
The Happenings,
Junior Murvin,
Reagan Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Pere Ubu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Half Japanese,
Charles Mingus,
Cameo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oblivians,
Technova,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Gang Dance,
Slave,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Association,
EPMD,
Theoretical Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Groovy Waters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Albert Ayler,
The Music Machine,
This Heat,
the Normal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angry Samoans,
The Blackbyrds,
The Pretty Things,
Black Flag,
Faust,
Scratch Acid,
Blake Baxter,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.