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 Switzerland and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Minutemen to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
John Lydon,
The Associates,
Organ,
Lou Reed,
The Buckinghams,
Jandek,
The Saints,
The Index,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Depeche Mode,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Piero Umiliani,
Audionom,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
Dennis Brown,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
KRS-One,
The Monks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mojo Men,
Judy Mowatt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Tremeloes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hardrive,
The Birthday Party,
Arab on Radar,
Drive Like Jehu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aswad,
Dawn Penn,
Sällskapet,
Stetsasonic,
The Neon Judgement,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soft Cell,
Tears for Fears,
the Soft Cell,
Bluetip,
the Fania All-Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Supertramp,
Charles Mingus,
The Selecter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Rufus Thomas,
The Names,
The Wake,
Wings,
Anthony Braxton,
B.T. Express,
48th St. Collective,
Kevin Saunderson,
A Certain Ratio,
Brand Nubian,
Sarah Menescal,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.