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 Lesotho and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Iggy Pop to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Maurizio,
Eric Dolphy,
the Association,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Technova,
Rites of Spring,
Scrapy,
Janne Schatter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gabor Szabo,
OOIOO,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soul II Soul,
The Seeds,
Spoonie Gee,
Das Ding,
Neu!,
The Smoke,
Alphaville,
Soft Cell,
The Fire Engines,
The Dirtbombs,
Shuggie Otis,
Iggy Pop,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Remains,
Albert Ayler,
Altered Images,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Star Department,
Eric Copeland,
Chris & Cosey,
Sight & Sound,
One Last Wish,
Jerry's Kids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Angels of Light,
Massinfluence,
Reuben Wilson,
Tom Boy,
Flipper,
Scion,
Terrestrial Tones,
This Heat,
The Golliwogs,
Clear Light,
Chrome,
Eric B and Rakim,
The New Christs,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker,
Dual Sessions,
John Lydon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Theoretical Girls,
Anakelly,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.