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 Slovakia and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Pharoah Sanders to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Supertramp,
Stetsasonic,
The Seeds,
Albert Ayler,
Fear,
Pere Ubu,
Gong,
Magma,
Fluxion,
the Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Altered Images,
Deepchord,
Bootsy Collins,
Scott Walker,
The Move,
Silicon Teens,
Donald Byrd,
Rekid,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Iggy Pop,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kenny Larkin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Negative Approach,
the Slits,
Pantaleimon,
Kaleidoscope,
The Standells,
The Fortunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Durutti Column,
48th St. Collective,
This Heat,
The Index,
the Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cramps,
Brothers Johnson,
Excepter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Buzzcocks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Evens,
Black Flag,
Bronski Beat,
X-102,
New Order,
Blancmange,
Bill Near,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dave Gahan,
Dawn Penn,
Pagans,
Echospace,
the Swans,
Y Pants,
Infiniti,
Shoche,
Symarip,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.