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 Belize and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Chris & Cosey 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
10cc,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Max Romeo,
PIL,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stetsasonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grauzone,
Television Personalities,
Gang Starr,
Arthur Verocai,
Vainqueur,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blues Magoos,
Rakim,
Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ossler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rekid,
Underground Resistance,
The Selecter,
The Barracudas,
T. Rex,
Bobby Womack,
Anakelly,
Shuggie Otis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pylon,
Scrapy,
The Red Krayola,
Minor Threat,
Panda Bear,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Monks,
Excepter,
Lee Hazlewood,
AZ,
Lou Reed,
Harpers Bizarre,
Smog,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barrington Levy,
Delta 5,
The Gladiators,
Byron Stingily,
Scott Walker,
Toni Rubio,
Bill Wells,
ABBA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Niagra,
Connie Case,
Sugar Minott,
Pulsallama,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.