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 Tajikistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 DJ Sneak to the grunge 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pole,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Accadde A,
Radiohead,
Tom Boy,
the Fania All-Stars,
World's Most,
The Count Five,
Eric Copeland,
Bronski Beat,
The Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Slackers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rod Modell,
Shoche,
The J.B.'s,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
10cc,
Dark Day,
Neil Young,
Ponytail,
Grey Daturas,
Warsaw,
Audionom,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Axelrod,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
June of 44,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Birthday Party,
Swell Maps,
Urselle,
Buzzcocks,
Interpol,
Barry Ungar,
Sun Ra,
KRS-One,
Susan Cadogan,
Make Up,
Youth Brigade,
Bill Near,
The Neon Judgement,
Ice-T,
The Music Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gladiators,
Fat Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Organ,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Altered Images,
Deakin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.