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 Vanuatu and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 the Swans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits 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?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
Kerri Chandler,
Country Teasers,
Don Cherry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eddi Front,
David McCallum,
John Foxx,
Bobby Byrd,
CMW,
Fatback Band,
Marc Almond,
Simply Red,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Raincoats,
Charles Mingus,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Letta Mbulu,
Wire,
Crooked Eye,
The Toasters,
The Gories,
DJ Style,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter & Gordon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Görl,
The Misunderstood,
Das Ding,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marmalade,
Donald Byrd,
La Düsseldorf,
K-Klass,
Public Image Ltd.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fat Boys,
The New Christs,
Prince Buster,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Hood,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Spandau Ballet,
Pere Ubu,
Jawbox,
Pantytec,
The United States of America,
the Normal,
Matthew Bourne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Subhumans,
The Zeros,
Sex Pistols,
Marine Girls,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.