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 Germany and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Yaz 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
the Slits,
Eric Copeland,
Swans,
Excepter,
Rotary Connection,
X-102,
The Beau Brummels,
Intrusion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tres Demented,
The Toasters,
Bobby Sherman,
The Smoke,
The Cure,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fear,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Birthday Party,
Easy Going,
Symarip,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
PIL,
Pylon,
Young Marble Giants,
Arab on Radar,
Pet Shop Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Model 500,
The Dirtbombs,
Chris & Cosey,
Bob Dylan,
Bronski Beat,
Ponytail,
JFA,
The Residents,
Robert Wyatt,
Marmalade,
Technova,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sixth Finger,
Drive Like Jehu,
The United States of America,
Crooked Eye,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantytec,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Moon,
Hasil Adkins,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Remains,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bill Near,
The Smiths,
Minny Pops,
Fat Boys,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.