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 Iceland and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Ronnie Foster to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Desert Stars,
Urselle,
Suicide,
Television,
Suburban Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Drexciya,
John Lydon,
The Skatalites,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tim Buckley,
Faraquet,
Bang On A Can,
Sonic Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Bourne,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Angels of Light,
June of 44,
Shuggie Otis,
Brand Nubian,
David McCallum,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Negative Approach,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Human League,
the Bar-Kays,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
This Heat,
Underground Resistance,
The Cure,
The Fall,
The Martian,
Lightning Bolt,
Joensuu 1685,
Lyres,
The Zeros,
Eve St. Jones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pulsallama,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Babytalk,
Derrick Morgan,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Searchers,
Fluxion,
Skaos,
Joy Division,
Cal Tjader,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ice-T,
Hasil Adkins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blossom Toes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Flag,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.