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 Mexico and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Detroit Cobras to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '80s 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 Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
the Swans,
Dawn Penn,
Peter and Kerry,
Alphaville,
the Sonics,
Marvin Gaye,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Sherman,
ABC,
Blake Baxter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers,
Young Marble Giants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nas,
Crooked Eye,
Jerry's Kids,
Sex Pistols,
cv313,
Porter Ricks,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fugs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aaron Thompson,
Wasted Youth,
The Selecter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Red Krayola,
Soul Sonic Force,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dead Boys,
DJ Style,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joy Division,
Pere Ubu,
Royal Trux,
Average White Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Spandau Ballet,
Dennis Brown,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lee Hazlewood,
World's Most,
Drexciya,
Siglo XX,
Bizarre Inc.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Franke,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.