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 Serbia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Country Teasers to the disco 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Anthony Braxton,
PIL,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lucky Dragons,
Angry Samoans,
The Raincoats,
Terry Callier,
Los Fastidios,
Monks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang of Four,
Joey Negro,
Max Romeo,
The Velvet Underground,
Yellowson,
Unwound,
Eric Dolphy,
The Electric Prunes,
Pantytec,
Cameo,
Bad Manners,
Henry Cow,
Charles Mingus,
Q65,
Neil Young,
The Cowsills,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amazonics,
Bluetip,
Moss Icon,
Robert Hood,
Flamin' Groovies,
Motorama,
Fat Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Monolake,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
One Last Wish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Graham Central Station,
Faust,
Chris & Cosey,
Magazine,
The Monks,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mr. Review,
Gabor Szabo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Grass Roots,
Technova,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Byrd,
Connie Case,
The Victims,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.