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 Qatar and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kaleidoscope to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Seeds,
Suicide,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hashim,
Aural Exciters,
Skriet,
Ronnie Foster,
the Slits,
Jawbox,
ABBA,
K-Klass,
The Grass Roots,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Soft Cell,
Joy Division,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Colin Newman,
Brothers Johnson,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young,
Cal Tjader,
Quando Quango,
Todd Terry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flash Fearless,
Porter Ricks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gories,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eve St. Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warren Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
John Foxx,
The Fire Engines,
Laurel Aitken,
Index,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brick,
In Retrospect,
Crooked Eye,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Doors,
Max Romeo,
Minny Pops,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oblivians,
Monks,
Adolescents,
Jacob Miller,
Isaac Hayes,
The Buckinghams,
The Litter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Techniques,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.