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 Bangladesh and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Ludus to the electroclash 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Selecter,
The Saints,
Mo-Dettes,
Albert Ayler,
Yazoo,
The Raincoats,
Curtis Mayfield,
Patti Smith,
Newcleus,
Underground Resistance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Delon & Dalcan,
Shoche,
Brand Nubian,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rites of Spring,
Procol Harum,
Royal Trux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New York Dolls,
Parry Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Y Pants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flash Fearless,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Index,
Rufus Thomas,
Connie Case,
Visage,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Swans,
H. Thieme,
Zero Boys,
Vainqueur,
Yusef Lateef,
Buzzcocks,
Soul Sonic Force,
cv313,
Talk Talk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Negative Approach,
Gong,
Sight & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Depeche Mode,
Quando Quango,
KRS-One,
Thompson Twins,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Mills,
The Cowsills,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Erasure,
Traffic Nightmare,
Angry Samoans,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.