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 Malaysia and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sound Behaviour,
The Kinks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Beau Brummels,
ABBA,
Kaleidoscope,
Minor Threat,
Monolake,
Can,
Lower 48,
Cal Tjader,
F. McDonald,
Mad Mike,
FM Einheit,
Magazine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eve St. Jones,
Pagans,
Byron Stingily,
Hoover,
Guru Guru,
Gang of Four,
Sexual Harrassment,
Au Pairs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joy Division,
Negative Approach,
Groovy Waters,
Bauhaus,
Tres Demented,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lindisfarne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quando Quango,
Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
The Real Kids,
Todd Terry,
Prince Buster,
The Index,
The Selecter,
The Names,
Dawn Penn,
Sight & Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Qualms,
Chris Corsano,
Scratch Acid,
The Last Poets,
the Normal,
cv313,
Inner City,
Cluster,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra,
Agitation Free,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.