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 Uruguay and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Standells to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Lynne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Intrusion,
Infiniti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heaven 17,
Eddi Front,
K-Klass,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalann,
the Soft Cell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wasted Youth,
F. McDonald,
Con Funk Shun,
Bluetip,
The Associates,
Pulsallama,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dirtbombs,
ABC,
Anthony Braxton,
The United States of America,
Absolute Body Control,
Nation of Ulysses,
Das Ding,
Eric B and Rakim,
Model 500,
MC5,
Buzzcocks,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Christie,
Guru Guru,
Country Teasers,
B.T. Express,
Minny Pops,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Parrish,
Public Enemy,
Bang On A Can,
Ohio Players,
Fear,
Masters at Work,
Vainqueur,
Niagra,
The Slits,
Harry Pussy,
The Velvet Underground,
Mandrill,
The Dead C,
Maleditus Sound,
the Swans,
KRS-One,
Magma,
Tres Demented,
Idris Muhammad,
Patti Smith,
Basic Channel,
The Invisible,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.