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 Samoa and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 KRS-One to the rap 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
The Index,
The Red Krayola,
The Gories,
Siglo XX,
Duran Duran,
Sun City Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
A Certain Ratio,
Subhumans,
Matthew Halsall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sonics,
Amon Düül II,
The Vogues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bush Tetras,
DJ Sneak,
Amazonics,
The Gladiators,
Kayak,
The Names,
Josef K,
Prince Buster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scion,
Negative Approach,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed,
Wasted Youth,
The Victims,
Tears for Fears,
Icehouse,
Black Pus,
Fela Kuti,
Joy Division,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ludus,
Bronski Beat,
Amon Düül,
Leonard Cohen,
The New Christs,
Kas Product,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bill Wells,
Godley & Creme,
Thompson Twins,
Gabor Szabo,
Talk Talk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nik Kershaw,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blancmange,
Mad Mike,
Jandek,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Smoke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Bananas,
The American Breed,
Tubeway Army,
Circle Jerks,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.