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 Lesotho and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slits to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth 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?
D'Angelo,
Lalann,
Amazonics,
Sun Ra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T.S.O.L.,
Lower 48,
Nico,
Moebius,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brass Construction,
The Real Kids,
Altered Images,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tim Buckley,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Man Eating Sloth,
Simply Red,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Hot Snakes,
Goldenarms,
Organ,
R.M.O.,
Schoolly D,
Funkadelic,
Young Marble Giants,
Tom Boy,
The Birthday Party,
Neu!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Idris Muhammad,
Don Cherry,
Radiohead,
Franke,
the Normal,
Mission of Burma,
New York Dolls,
Faraquet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Flag,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Index,
Jerry's Kids,
KRS-One,
The American Breed,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Khruangbin,
Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thee Headcoats,
The Martian,
Oblivians,
Black Moon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.