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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
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 Sex Pistols to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scrapy,
The Offenders,
Second Layer,
The Residents,
The Remains,
The Fugs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Basic Channel,
Laurel Aitken,
James White and The Blacks,
Simply Red,
Sparks,
Slick Rick,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Rundgren,
Rapeman,
Mr. Review,
Banda Bassotti,
Quadrant,
The Young Rascals,
Boredoms,
Popol Vuh,
Quando Quango,
Wire,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Görl,
Brass Construction,
Matthew Halsall,
Arab on Radar,
Quantec,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bush Tetras,
Bang On A Can,
Maleditus Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thompson Twins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sound Behaviour,
Traffic Nightmare,
Charles Mingus,
Fatback Band,
Fugazi,
OOIOO,
The Skatalites,
KRS-One,
Can,
Gil Scott Heron,
Half Japanese,
Marmalade,
Franke,
Bill Near,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tommy Roe,
The Toasters,
The Raincoats,
Jeff Mills,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.