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 South Africa and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Drive Like Jehu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suicide,
Deakin,
Archie Shepp,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Görl,
Jawbox,
Ornette Coleman,
The Vogues,
Youth Brigade,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dawn Penn,
Ossler,
the Association,
L. Decosne,
New Order,
Cameo,
Soul II Soul,
Nirvana,
Eurythmics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Angels of Light,
Model 500,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Cell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Visage,
Nico,
The Victims,
Sex Pistols,
Easy Going,
Joey Negro,
Flipper,
Brass Construction,
The Slits,
Angry Samoans,
Royal Trux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Can,
AZ,
Livin' Joy,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Flesh Eaters,
The J.B.'s,
Jimmy McGriff,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Graham Central Station,
Hasil Adkins,
Sound Behaviour,
Fela Kuti,
Moby Grape,
8 Eyed Spy,
Television,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Womack,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.