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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
The Mummies,
Glenn Branca,
Isaac Hayes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cameo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Metal Thangz,
Los Fastidios,
Surgeon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Black Dice,
U.S. Maple,
Susan Cadogan,
Judy Mowatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gories,
Mandrill,
Babytalk,
Radiohead,
Fat Boys,
CMW,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pussy Galore,
DJ Sneak,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
H. Thieme,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Siglo XX,
World's Most,
Can,
Toni Rubio,
Kenny Larkin,
Ronnie Foster,
Nirvana,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Absolute Body Control,
Kaleidoscope,
Graham Central Station,
Lower 48,
Mars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Hood,
Popol Vuh,
The Real Kids,
The Residents,
Ossler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cluster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bad Manners,
Idris Muhammad,
Suicide,
Sparks,
Mad Mike,
Excepter,
Hot Snakes,
Blake Baxter,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.