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 Fiji and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Young Rascals to the punk 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moleskins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mission of Burma,
Supertramp,
Funky Four + One,
Main Source,
Lucky Dragons,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonny Sharrock,
R.M.O.,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-101,
Nirvana,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Womack,
Massinfluence,
Hardrive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Warsaw,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fluxion,
Hashim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
June of 44,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joensuu 1685,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Au Pairs,
Kerri Chandler,
Connie Case,
Colin Newman,
New Order,
Babytalk,
Animal Collective,
Neu!,
The Toasters,
Drexciya,
Buzzcocks,
Susan Cadogan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Schoolly D,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wasted Youth,
Deakin,
Sarah Menescal,
Bluetip,
Toni Rubio,
Sällskapet,
Ornette Coleman,
The Index,
The Vogues,
cv313,
Ultimate Spinach,
Michelle Simonal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Trumans Water,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter and Kerry,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.