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 Kiribati 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Graham Central Station to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Yellowson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bauhaus,
The Saints,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Thompson Twins,
Gabor Szabo,
Matthew Bourne,
The Electric Prunes,
Dark Day,
The Searchers,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Wyatt,
The Pretty Things,
Ultra Naté,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Godley & Creme,
Procol Harum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rotary Connection,
Anthony Braxton,
Public Enemy,
The Cure,
Faust,
The Walker Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Shoche,
Bootsy Collins,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Trumans Water,
The Fire Engines,
Sonic Youth,
The Index,
Los Fastidios,
Rosa Yemen,
PIL,
The Happenings,
Radiopuhelimet,
Simply Red,
Gang Green,
Ludus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Talk Talk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Blackbyrds,
Tubeway Army,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Spoonie Gee,
Hot Snakes,
Boredoms,
Ohio Players,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.