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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
John Coltrane,
Maleditus Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Matthew Bourne,
Crooked Eye,
Piero Umiliani,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young,
Dead Boys,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mo-Dettes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Supertramp,
Kurtis Blow,
Albert Ayler,
The Durutti Column,
The Zeros,
Sex Pistols,
10cc,
Rufus Thomas,
Patti Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
ABBA,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pop Group,
Dual Sessions,
Guru Guru,
Kerri Chandler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Outsiders,
Ultravox,
Kenny Larkin,
K-Klass,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Buckinghams,
T. Rex,
Erasure,
Flipper,
Reuben Wilson,
La Düsseldorf,
Archie Shepp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Hood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gladiators,
The Smoke,
Ice-T,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Smog,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scion,
Moebius,
Lebanon Hanover,
The New Christs,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.