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 Malaysia and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jerry's Kids to the electroclash 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
The Gun Club,
Amon Düül II,
Bootsy Collins,
The Raincoats,
Mad Mike,
Fort Wilson Riot,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Flag,
Agent Orange,
One Last Wish,
Minny Pops,
Dave Gahan,
the Association,
Nils Olav,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Finger,
The Tremeloes,
Zero Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiohead,
Gong,
Spandau Ballet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Groovy Waters,
Brick,
Patti Smith,
Simply Red,
Adolescents,
Bob Dylan,
Terry Callier,
Mantronix,
Parry Music,
The New Christs,
Whodini,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Iggy Pop,
Michelle Simonal,
The Vogues,
June of 44,
Robert Wyatt,
Swans,
Stereo Dub,
Ralphi Rosario,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Alice Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dead Boys,
Althea and Donna,
The Neon Judgement,
Bush Tetras,
Silicon Teens,
Eddi Front,
The Divine Comedy,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.