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 Tunisia and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jawbox to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Anakelly,
Unwound,
June of 44,
Steve Hackett,
Man Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Circle Jerks,
Charles Mingus,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joey Negro,
Oblivians,
Blancmange,
Bobby Byrd,
The Saints,
Flamin' Groovies,
Intrusion,
T.S.O.L.,
Lyres,
Depeche Mode,
Kas Product,
Organ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Essential Logic,
Ituana,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultra Naté,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Underground Resistance,
The Gories,
The Move,
DJ Sneak,
Rites of Spring,
Black Bananas,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Flag,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Birthday Party,
Rod Modell,
Nirvana,
Scrapy,
Nas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Womack,
Surgeon,
The Fugs,
Alphaville,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tears for Fears,
Zapp,
Urselle,
Brass Construction,
the Soft Cell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ronan,
John Holt,
Barbara Tucker,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.