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 Chile and from New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 the Bar-Kays to the rap 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
The Sonics,
Rekid,
Deadbeat,
Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
Technova,
Sexual Harrassment,
Newcleus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gong,
Nick Fraelich,
Livin' Joy,
The Happenings,
Qualms,
Mission of Burma,
Suburban Knight,
Soul II Soul,
AZ,
Bad Manners,
Minutemen,
Stetsasonic,
Rites of Spring,
Whodini,
Stiv Bators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Guru Guru,
David Axelrod,
Eric Copeland,
Girls At Our Best!,
Royal Trux,
DJ Style,
Black Bananas,
Roxette,
A Certain Ratio,
Cameo,
the Human League,
Lalann,
Gichy Dan,
Parry Music,
Sonic Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
FM Einheit,
Morten Harket,
Mandrill,
Fatback Band,
Nirvana,
Von Mondo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joyce Sims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cymande,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flipper,
Eddi Front,
The Misunderstood,
Sex Pistols,
The Stooges,
Massinfluence,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reagan Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.