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 Cambodia and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Excepter to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
R.M.O.,
Mad Mike,
Skarface,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rosa Yemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lungfish,
Marvin Gaye,
JFA,
Steve Hackett,
The Pretty Things,
New Age Steppers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slits,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacques Brel,
Joe Finger,
CMW,
Babytalk,
Lakeside,
Subhumans,
Suicide,
Nils Olav,
Shoche,
Royal Trux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tubeway Army,
Deepchord,
The Gladiators,
Q and Not U,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gregory Isaacs,
Panda Bear,
Anakelly,
Talk Talk,
Fear,
Slick Rick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeff Mills,
La Düsseldorf,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Copeland,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
L. Decosne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Divine Comedy,
John Foxx,
The Alarm Clocks,
Liliput,
Barry Ungar,
The Black Dice,
Ludus,
X-101,
Agitation Free,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.