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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Halifax.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 These Immortal Souls to the electroclash 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Albert Ayler,
Television Personalities,
U.S. Maple,
Au Pairs,
The Five Americans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Public Enemy,
Sex Pistols,
This Heat,
Alice Coltrane,
Cluster,
The Index,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dawn Penn,
La Düsseldorf,
Idris Muhammad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Franke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marvin Gaye,
Arcadia,
kango's stein massive,
Aswad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blake Baxter,
Harpers Bizarre,
ABBA,
R.M.O.,
Metal Thangz,
The Star Department,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cheater Slicks,
Stereo Dub,
Accadde A,
Country Joe & The Fish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Kenny Larkin,
Mandrill,
Bluetip,
James White and The Blacks,
Mr. Review,
Pulsallama,
Warren Ellis,
Sixth Finger,
Quando Quango,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Teasers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Siglo XX,
Maurizio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Make Up,
Schoolly D,
Cecil Taylor,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.