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 Algeria and from Lille.
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 Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Crash Course in Science to the grime 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
the Soft Cell,
The Gories,
Joey Negro,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pylon,
Intrusion,
Essential Logic,
Jacques Brel,
Matthew Bourne,
Q and Not U,
Joe Finger,
The Gun Club,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pretty Things,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultra Naté,
48th St. Collective,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joyce Sims,
The Remains,
Second Layer,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joe Smooth,
H. Thieme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sex Pistols,
The Fall,
X-101,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
Pagans,
Organ,
Ituana,
Bob Dylan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Basic Channel,
Lalann,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eve St. Jones,
Ice-T,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rekid,
Circle Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Motions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Simply Red,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Silicon Teens,
Cymande,
Slave,
Alison Limerick,
Drexciya,
Marine Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Derrick May,
Radiopuhelimet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
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.