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 Grenada and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Gong to the funk 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mandrill,
One Last Wish,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Wyatt,
Zero Boys,
Underground Resistance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bush Tetras,
The Slits,
June Days,
Motorama,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Style,
The Offenders,
Barry Ungar,
Janne Schatter,
Crime,
Hasil Adkins,
Albert Ayler,
Siglo XX,
Clear Light,
Judy Mowatt,
The Motions,
Heaven 17,
Au Pairs,
Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Davy DMX,
Tommy Roe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Massinfluence,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Parrish,
The Fire Engines,
Crooked Eye,
The Count Five,
David Bowie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed,
Kevin Saunderson,
Prince Buster,
The Searchers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dennis Brown,
Wings,
John Foxx,
The Seeds,
Audionom,
Tubeway Army,
Ken Boothe,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Görl,
The Walker Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Glenn Branca,
The Fugs,
Agitation Free,
Oneida,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.