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 Palau and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Index to the techno 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
In Retrospect,
Maleditus Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Barracudas,
Interpol,
H. Thieme,
The Remains,
Cluster,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swell Maps,
Barry Ungar,
The Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
L. Decosne,
Heaven 17,
Jeru the Damaja,
LL Cool J,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lyres,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vladislav Delay,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moby Grape,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Royal Trux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DNA,
Rod Modell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Germs,
Agitation Free,
Bootsy Collins,
Derrick Morgan,
Pagans,
John Holt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amazonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Durutti Column,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Swans,
The Fortunes,
Sixth Finger,
Rapeman,
Dark Day,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Silicon Teens,
Chris Corsano,
Blancmange,
World's Most,
Lalann,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.