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 Egypt and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Electric Prunes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Funkadelic,
Derrick May,
Yazoo,
Black Sheep,
Sugar Minott,
Ken Boothe,
ABBA,
Bang On A Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moebius,
Basic Channel,
Flipper,
Suburban Knight,
Angry Samoans,
Animal Collective,
Swell Maps,
Drexciya,
David McCallum,
The Seeds,
Vainqueur,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skarface,
Panda Bear,
Yusef Lateef,
Half Japanese,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lalann,
Technova,
Rotary Connection,
Y Pants,
Ice-T,
Q and Not U,
Deadbeat,
Khruangbin,
Eve St. Jones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ohio Players,
Donald Byrd,
Ossler,
The Moody Blues,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Monks,
Pussy Galore,
Massinfluence,
Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
Tim Buckley,
Los Fastidios,
Heaven 17,
Crispy Ambulance,
Max Romeo,
The Neon Judgement,
The Blues Magoos,
Scientists,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
Severed Heads,
Marc Almond,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.