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 Qatar and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Suicide to the rock 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Shoche,
Intrusion,
Rites of Spring,
Suburban Knight,
Neil Young,
Pantytec,
Eve St. Jones,
Marcia Griffiths,
The American Breed,
Aloha Tigers,
Sällskapet,
Joe Smooth,
Yazoo,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed,
Ituana,
Godley & Creme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chris Corsano,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barry Ungar,
PIL,
The Mojo Men,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Hood,
Main Source,
Minutemen,
This Heat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
Hasil Adkins,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeff Mills,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stiv Bators,
Idris Muhammad,
The Music Machine,
Funky Four + One,
Mary Jane Girls,
DNA,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Near,
Brass Construction,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eden Ahbez,
Radiohead,
John Foxx,
Supertramp,
Flipper,
Television,
Nirvana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Young Marble Giants,
The J.B.'s,
Mantronix,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quadrant,
Roger Hodgson,
10cc,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.