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 Peru and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Throbbing Gristle to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Association,
Outsiders,
Half Japanese,
Lou Christie,
Sun City Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Depeche Mode,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Walker Brothers,
The Saints,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül II,
Slick Rick,
Moss Icon,
Ohio Players,
Oneida,
Iggy Pop,
The Knickerbockers,
Shoche,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Move,
The Offenders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dawn Penn,
Johnny Osbourne,
EPMD,
Deepchord,
The Selecter,
Donald Byrd,
Mission of Burma,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joey Negro,
The J.B.'s,
John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DJ Style,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rufus Thomas,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hoover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxy Music,
The Angels of Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
Essential Logic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Basic Channel,
Index,
a-ha,
Parry Music,
Ornette Coleman,
Youth Brigade,
The Monks,
The Cowsills,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.