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 Panama and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Urselle to the crunk 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Peter & Gordon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chrome,
Sugar Minott,
Moby Grape,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Velvet Underground,
Monolake,
Swans,
The Standells,
Wally Richardson,
The Fugs,
Skriet,
Grauzone,
Yusef Lateef,
Siglo XX,
The Busters,
Outsiders,
Marmalade,
Crooked Eye,
Kayak,
Black Sheep,
Soul Sonic Force,
David McCallum,
T. Rex,
Brothers Johnson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cramps,
Oneida,
Max Romeo,
Bill Near,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agitation Free,
Quando Quango,
Schoolly D,
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül II,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Altered Images,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dead C,
Khruangbin,
Swell Maps,
Silicon Teens,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Invisible,
Slave,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Sherman,
Radio Birdman,
The Angels of Light,
David Bowie,
Inner City,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.