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 Belgium and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 PIL to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Boredoms,
Suicide,
Lalo Schifrin,
Von Mondo,
Kas Product,
A Certain Ratio,
Vladislav Delay,
Hashim,
Anthony Braxton,
Mars,
Brand Nubian,
Minutemen,
Tears for Fears,
Max Romeo,
The Raincoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kurtis Blow,
Rosa Yemen,
Marc Almond,
R.M.O.,
Anakelly,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sex Pistols,
Barrington Levy,
Youth Brigade,
Ponytail,
The Index,
Marvin Gaye,
Pharoah Sanders,
Monks,
Hot Snakes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Silicon Teens,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
F. McDonald,
Black Moon,
These Immortal Souls,
James White and The Blacks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultravox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
La Düsseldorf,
JFA,
The Dirtbombs,
Funky Four + One,
Pantaleimon,
Ice-T,
The Victims,
The Fall,
Lightning Bolt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Donald Byrd,
Niagra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Carl Craig,
Sandy B,
Chris & Cosey,
D'Angelo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.