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 Uganda and from Portland.
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 Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 UT 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fluxion,
Outsiders,
Eurythmics,
Fad Gadget,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Funky Four + One,
DNA,
The Seeds,
Slick Rick,
Darondo,
A Certain Ratio,
Bush Tetras,
Alton Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
Suicide,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aaron Thompson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vainqueur,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Public Enemy,
Minutemen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kenny Larkin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tres Demented,
The Gun Club,
Chris Corsano,
Moss Icon,
Audionom,
Rites of Spring,
Skaos,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Little Man,
The Count Five,
Sight & Sound,
Index,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Janne Schatter,
Jacques Brel,
Glenn Branca,
Lakeside,
Roxette,
The Remains,
Nirvana,
R.M.O.,
Severed Heads,
Pere Ubu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cheater Slicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gladiators,
Anthony Braxton,
New York Dolls,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.