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 United States and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sällskapet,
Warsaw,
Mad Mike,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Second Layer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick May,
Delon & Dalcan,
Iggy Pop,
Soulsonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
Can,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
LL Cool J,
The Martian,
The Walker Brothers,
Yazoo,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Style,
the Bar-Kays,
Roxette,
Eli Mardock,
Adolescents,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter & Gordon,
The Pretty Things,
John Lydon,
Fad Gadget,
Underground Resistance,
Duran Duran,
Lindisfarne,
The Busters,
Hasil Adkins,
New Order,
DNA,
The Cowsills,
The Fugs,
Youth Brigade,
Mars,
The Fortunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Funkadelic,
Skaos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Germs,
Quando Quango,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Flag,
the Swans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Simply Red,
Lalo Schifrin,
Charles Mingus,
Monolake,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.