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 Tajikistan and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Desert Stars to the rap 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Todd Terry,
Moss Icon,
Bad Manners,
cv313,
Janne Schatter,
Skaos,
LL Cool J,
The Sonics,
Zero Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Kayak,
The Smoke,
Rakim,
The Walker Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Goldenarms,
Blake Baxter,
Section 25,
Swell Maps,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The American Breed,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pulsallama,
Piero Umiliani,
Hashim,
Clear Light,
Faraquet,
Basic Channel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Cale,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David Bowie,
Tropical Tobacco,
Danielle Patucci,
PIL,
Ten City,
Derrick May,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ponytail,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
U.S. Maple,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Warsaw,
Drive Like Jehu,
Patti Smith,
Monolake,
Malaria!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Shoche,
Vladislav Delay,
Icehouse,
Pharoah Sanders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.