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 Cyprus and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Negative Approach,
Japan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marvin Gaye,
Camberwell Now,
Toni Rubio,
DNA,
The Monochrome Set,
The Five Americans,
Procol Harum,
Faraquet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Scratch Acid,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Halsall,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Model 500,
Throbbing Gristle,
Davy DMX,
Bluetip,
Monolake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Sneak,
The Fortunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Danielle Patucci,
Traffic Nightmare,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moss Icon,
OOIOO,
The Selecter,
Reuben Wilson,
Suicide,
Pantaleimon,
The Kinks,
the Sonics,
Arab on Radar,
Stiv Bators,
John Foxx,
Fela Kuti,
John Coltrane,
Easy Going,
The Trojans,
Delon & Dalcan,
T.S.O.L.,
Godley & Creme,
Flipper,
Patti Smith,
Tomorrow,
Terry Callier,
Anthony Braxton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Moon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Surgeon,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.