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 Bangladesh and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Livin' Joy to the disco 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Smooth,
Dark Day,
Brothers Johnson,
The Busters,
Gabor Szabo,
Porter Ricks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scan 7,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mojo Men,
The Barracudas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sparks,
Agent Orange,
Nick Fraelich,
Altered Images,
The Star Department,
Essential Logic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wings,
Malaria!,
Davy DMX,
Jawbox,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Banda Bassotti,
Duran Duran,
Michelle Simonal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tomorrow,
Section 25,
the Normal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amon Düül,
Gang Green,
Babytalk,
E-Dancer,
Hoover,
Avey Tare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unwound,
The Cure,
T.S.O.L.,
Albert Ayler,
The Moleskins,
Pussy Galore,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aural Exciters,
Radio Birdman,
Massinfluence,
Lucky Dragons,
Fat Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rites of Spring,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.