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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the punk 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Urselle,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fluxion,
The Mummies,
The Knickerbockers,
cv313,
Motorama,
Byron Stingily,
Rites of Spring,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Slits,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smoke,
Pantytec,
Tubeway Army,
Peter & Gordon,
The Modern Lovers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roger Hodgson,
Interpol,
The Doors,
Brand Nubian,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skaos,
Tropical Tobacco,
Slick Rick,
The Victims,
Nik Kershaw,
Colin Newman,
Johnny Clarke,
Gastr Del Sol,
New York Dolls,
The Zeros,
D'Angelo,
Pierre Henry,
L. Decosne,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slackers,
The Trojans,
Stetsasonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Human League,
The Kinks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rekid,
The Cramps,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
PIL,
The Happenings,
Eddi Front,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Star Department,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jerry's Kids,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.