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 Malta and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Metal Thangz to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
The Dead C,
Cecil Taylor,
Bluetip,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Outsiders,
Bronski Beat,
The Smiths,
Yellowson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wolf Eyes,
Laurel Aitken,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare,
The Skatalites,
Unrelated Segments,
Michelle Simonal,
Danielle Patucci,
Terry Callier,
Lucky Dragons,
The Names,
Chris Corsano,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barry Ungar,
Vladislav Delay,
Magazine,
The Mummies,
Piero Umiliani,
Schoolly D,
The Slits,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxy Music,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stiv Bators,
Sun Ra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monks,
Q65,
Moby Grape,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerri Chandler,
Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
Symarip,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Terry,
Aloha Tigers,
Fear,
Gang Starr,
The Wake,
Bad Manners,
Robert Wyatt,
T.S.O.L.,
AZ,
Blancmange,
Accadde A,
Kaleidoscope,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.