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 Saudi Arabia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare 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 Suburban Knight to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Derrick May,
The Offenders,
Khruangbin,
The Remains,
The Cramps,
Eric Copeland,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pylon,
Lungfish,
Essential Logic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter and Kerry,
Fugazi,
Isaac Hayes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Carl Craig,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter & Gordon,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fall,
Cheater Slicks,
Roxette,
Camberwell Now,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Trojans,
Yaz,
D'Angelo,
The Saints,
Technova,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Hill,
Ornette Coleman,
John Lydon,
Harry Pussy,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Grass Roots,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Von Mondo,
Jandek,
Bob Dylan,
China Crisis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Desert Stars,
Oneida,
The Invisible,
The Velvet Underground,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Moleskins,
David Bowie,
Pussy Galore,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gun Club,
The Young Rascals,
The Busters,
Mad Mike,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.