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 Brunei and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Minutemen to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Sight & Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
T.S.O.L.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mr. Review,
These Immortal Souls,
The Velvet Underground,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Five Americans,
Little Man,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Suicide,
Massinfluence,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minnie Riperton,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Womack,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Sherman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Misunderstood,
Scrapy,
Althea and Donna,
Joy Division,
The Mojo Men,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Von Mondo,
The Happenings,
Lindisfarne,
Mad Mike,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultravox,
Das Ding,
Ituana,
Gichy Dan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eden Ahbez,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marvin Gaye,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Görl,
Bad Manners,
Saccharine Trust,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minny Pops,
Pagans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rufus Thomas,
The Searchers,
The Durutti Column,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dennis Brown,
Bush Tetras,
Charles Mingus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.