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 Gambia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Drive Like Jehu to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cowsills,
Reagan Youth,
Chrome,
Joyce Sims,
Second Layer,
Kas Product,
Glenn Branca,
Adolescents,
Hoover,
Fear,
Howard Jones,
ABC,
Parry Music,
The Walker Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brand Nubian,
ABBA,
Lightning Bolt,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Darondo,
Roger Hodgson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
Anthony Braxton,
Don Cherry,
kango's stein massive,
Crime,
The Fire Engines,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sparks,
Kaleidoscope,
OOIOO,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Godley & Creme,
Mark Hollis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dark Day,
Tim Buckley,
Eli Mardock,
Ken Boothe,
Intrusion,
Whodini,
Japan,
Bobby Byrd,
Quantec,
The Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
Minny Pops,
Audionom,
The Monks,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Pop Group,
Marshall Jefferson,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.