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 Mauritius and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Joe Finger to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
John Coltrane,
the Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
Cameo,
the Slits,
Bad Manners,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Q and Not U,
Soulsonic Force,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
48th St. Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Can,
Warsaw,
Ponytail,
The Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Donald Byrd,
Freddie Wadling,
Zero Boys,
June Days,
The Happenings,
Tears for Fears,
Rufus Thomas,
X-101,
the Association,
Lou Reed,
KRS-One,
Moby Grape,
Scratch Acid,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Bananas,
David McCallum,
Gang Starr,
E-Dancer,
Depeche Mode,
Mandrill,
The Zeros,
Dual Sessions,
Average White Band,
Ten City,
John Holt,
Michelle Simonal,
David Axelrod,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
cv313,
X-102,
Ronan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Byron Stingily,
New York Dolls,
Angry Samoans,
The Knickerbockers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
kango's stein massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Subhumans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crime,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.