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 Brunei and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Hot Snakes to the electroclash 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
The Gladiators,
Stiv Bators,
Desert Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Machine,
Minny Pops,
Young Marble Giants,
Country Teasers,
A Certain Ratio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
MC5,
Todd Terry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fatback Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dark Day,
Brothers Johnson,
Whodini,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Beau Brummels,
Barbara Tucker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Flash Fearless,
Interpol,
Quantec,
Bad Manners,
Curtis Mayfield,
Niagra,
R.M.O.,
Sonic Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Dual Sessions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Flag,
Swell Maps,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alton Ellis,
Ornette Coleman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
ABC,
The Smiths,
Letta Mbulu,
Josef K,
Juan Atkins,
Terry Callier,
Pussy Galore,
John Cale,
Agent Orange,
Chris Corsano,
Reuben Wilson,
Minnie Riperton,
The Divine Comedy,
Jandek,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Womack,
Jacob Miller,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.