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 Papua New Guinea and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the disco 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
F. McDonald,
ABBA,
Monolake,
Ornette Coleman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Golliwogs,
Scrapy,
Desert Stars,
EPMD,
Chris Corsano,
The Remains,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Skatalites,
FM Einheit,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hashim,
The Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Supertramp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Icehouse,
Agent Orange,
Rosa Yemen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Christie,
Anthony Braxton,
Mr. Review,
Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Steve Hackett,
Soul II Soul,
Maurizio,
Reuben Wilson,
Ohio Players,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bootsy Collins,
Terry Callier,
DNA,
LL Cool J,
The Leaves,
Gong,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Real Kids,
Soft Machine,
Ituana,
Camouflage,
Smog,
Skriet,
The Gap Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Patti Smith,
Minutemen,
Drexciya,
Vladislav Delay,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.