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 Angola and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Severed Heads,
Das Ding,
Joey Negro,
the Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Sheep,
Desert Stars,
Altered Images,
Essential Logic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
KRS-One,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Subhumans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Teasers,
Donny Hathaway,
Intrusion,
Roger Hodgson,
The Associates,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fugs,
Banda Bassotti,
Zapp,
David Bowie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Danielle Patucci,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Beau Brummels,
Tears for Fears,
Von Mondo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joe Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
B.T. Express,
Skarface,
Negative Approach,
Eric Copeland,
Stockholm Monsters,
Metal Thangz,
The Moody Blues,
Lungfish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dave Gahan,
Procol Harum,
The Gun Club,
Archie Shepp,
Iggy Pop,
X-101,
The Invisible,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kerri Chandler,
Maurizio,
Eli Mardock,
The Black Dice,
Bang On A Can,
Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
Grey Daturas,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.