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 Slovenia and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Cluster to the rock 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Public Enemy,
Panda Bear,
Loose Ends,
Hashim,
The Kinks,
Massinfluence,
Harry Pussy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
U.S. Maple,
Ituana,
Joensuu 1685,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eve St. Jones,
The Skatalites,
Black Sheep,
the Germs,
Glenn Branca,
Brick,
Tom Boy,
Gang of Four,
Gang Green,
The Cramps,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ken Boothe,
Chrome,
Intrusion,
Barrington Levy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
FM Einheit,
Blancmange,
The Cure,
Stetsasonic,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Association,
One Last Wish,
New Order,
Section 25,
Slave,
Colin Newman,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sound,
Basic Channel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Underground Resistance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Morten Harket,
The Names,
Echospace,
Ultravox,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Slits,
The Associates,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scientists,
The Litter,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slits,
Crispy Ambulance,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dennis Brown,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.