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 Haiti and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sugar Minott to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Jacques Brel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bad Manners,
Metal Thangz,
the Swans,
Janne Schatter,
Peter & Gordon,
Newcleus,
Alice Coltrane,
Dawn Penn,
Mr. Review,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Seeds,
Public Enemy,
Essential Logic,
Con Funk Shun,
A Certain Ratio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Warren Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
Index,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Flag,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gabor Szabo,
Bauhaus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blossom Toes,
Sun City Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minny Pops,
Connie Case,
Clear Light,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crash Course in Science,
Joe Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Malaria!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lower 48,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mad Mike,
X-102,
Marine Girls,
Mars,
Anakelly,
Ronnie Foster,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cramps,
Smog,
Half Japanese,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alphaville,
The New Christs,
The Misunderstood,
Aswad,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.