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 East Timor and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sällskapet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers,
Symarip,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlback,
FM Einheit,
a-ha,
Bootsy Collins,
Parry Music,
Wolf Eyes,
Dorothy Ashby,
H. Thieme,
Glenn Branca,
X-102,
Index,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fear,
The J.B.'s,
Make Up,
The Litter,
Eve St. Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Offenders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pere Ubu,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Terry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Royal Trux,
Minutemen,
Robert Wyatt,
Intrusion,
Excepter,
Radiohead,
Wings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultravox,
Sarah Menescal,
Wasted Youth,
Alphaville,
The Smiths,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül II,
The Five Americans,
Massinfluence,
Warren Ellis,
John Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Piero Umiliani,
Circle Jerks,
CMW,
Aswad,
Davy DMX,
Das Ding,
Little Man,
Gang Starr,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.