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 Iraq and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Peter and Kerry,
Japan,
Underground Resistance,
Tears for Fears,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aswad,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lindisfarne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kas Product,
Minnie Riperton,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Livin' Joy,
Silicon Teens,
L. Decosne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
CMW,
B.T. Express,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Searchers,
Rosa Yemen,
The Monks,
Derrick May,
Josef K,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiohead,
Oblivians,
Sugar Minott,
Faraquet,
The Fall,
Robert Görl,
Mary Jane Girls,
Basic Channel,
John Lydon,
Angry Samoans,
Unrelated Segments,
Pole,
Depeche Mode,
Warren Ellis,
The Gun Club,
Drexciya,
Essential Logic,
Infiniti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Subhumans,
The Busters,
Todd Terry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mission of Burma,
Masters at Work,
K-Klass,
Intrusion,
Popol Vuh,
Minny Pops,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Associates,
Vainqueur,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.