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 Mali and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Fugs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '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 Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Metal Thangz,
The Gun Club,
Negative Approach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unwound,
Blake Baxter,
Lucky Dragons,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Darondo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ken Boothe,
Flipper,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ten City,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick Morgan,
Das Ding,
Iggy Pop,
Television Personalities,
the Slits,
The J.B.'s,
Dawn Penn,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alton Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cecil Taylor,
Unrelated Segments,
Harry Pussy,
The Durutti Column,
Sister Nancy,
Television,
The Busters,
Skriet,
Can,
Moebius,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dave Gahan,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Mills,
Junior Murvin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lalann,
Marc Almond,
the Swans,
The Monochrome Set,
Maurizio,
June Days,
Spandau Ballet,
Yusef Lateef,
The Beau Brummels,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Brick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Motions,
Fat Boys,
The Real Kids,
OOIOO,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.