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 Iceland and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Television to the grime 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry's Kids,
Patti Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
The Red Krayola,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Graham Central Station,
Grey Daturas,
Sam Rivers,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Pus,
Negative Approach,
Hardrive,
ABC,
Qualms,
Theoretical Girls,
Fear,
Kayak,
Warsaw,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boredoms,
Adolescents,
UT,
Byron Stingily,
Public Enemy,
Todd Terry,
T.S.O.L.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pole,
Yazoo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monks,
the Swans,
The J.B.'s,
Isaac Hayes,
The Black Dice,
Metal Thangz,
the Normal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quadrant,
Kas Product,
EPMD,
Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
Radiohead,
Lungfish,
Ponytail,
Fad Gadget,
Fugazi,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cure,
Easy Going,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Excepter,
The Evens,
Jeru the Damaja,
The New Christs,
Interpol,
The Fire Engines,
Thee Headcoats,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.