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 Barbados and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jawbox to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Alison Limerick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Faust,
Heaven 17,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Whodini,
Derrick Morgan,
Malaria!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nik Kershaw,
Faraquet,
Radiohead,
Underground Resistance,
Livin' Joy,
The Human League,
The Martian,
Terry Callier,
Bauhaus,
John Foxx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Pus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moby Grape,
Technova,
The Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
Maleditus Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Dark Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ornette Coleman,
Lungfish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sandy B,
Reagan Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Sixth Finger,
Minutemen,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gun Club,
Bob Dylan,
Mo-Dettes,
Juan Atkins,
Parry Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aural Exciters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Intrusion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
10cc,
DNA,
Danielle Patucci,
John Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
Groovy Waters,
The Busters,
Loose Ends,
E-Dancer,
The Monochrome Set,
The Durutti Column,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.