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 Sri Lanka and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Residents to the rap 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
The American Breed,
Theoretical Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Tubeway Army,
the Swans,
The Zeros,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lucky Dragons,
Lyres,
Hardrive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rod Modell,
The Slits,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Red Krayola,
John Cale,
Motorama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Sheep,
The Blackbyrds,
Angry Samoans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cure,
Robert Hood,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
U.S. Maple,
Prince Buster,
Vainqueur,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young,
the Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
Wire,
Hot Snakes,
Letta Mbulu,
Thee Headcoats,
Soulsonic Force,
Cymande,
Tres Demented,
John Foxx,
Mantronix,
Ponytail,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lower 48,
The Techniques,
The Happenings,
The Divine Comedy,
The Human League,
Aaron Thompson,
Schoolly D,
Mad Mike,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.