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 Vietnam 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Malaria! to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anakelly,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hoover,
Chris & Cosey,
Goldenarms,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Reagan Youth,
Quantec,
The Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Seeds,
Schoolly D,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Josef K,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
Toni Rubio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Skatalites,
Glenn Branca,
Ultravox,
Fugazi,
Black Moon,
Pagans,
Camberwell Now,
The Red Krayola,
Funkadelic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
Bootsy Collins,
PIL,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kayak,
Negative Approach,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thee Headcoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bush Tetras,
Agent Orange,
Danielle Patucci,
Yazoo,
Slave,
Joy Division,
The Gun Club,
Das Ding,
The Modern Lovers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crooked Eye,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Outsiders,
The Cramps,
Khruangbin,
The Motions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.