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 Nauru and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mars to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeru the Damaja,
Porter Ricks,
Deakin,
Desert Stars,
Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Womack,
Swell Maps,
Boredoms,
Essential Logic,
Eurythmics,
Minny Pops,
Stiv Bators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Kinks,
Jandek,
Juan Atkins,
Archie Shepp,
Television Personalities,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fortunes,
Circle Jerks,
Goldenarms,
Royal Trux,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Holt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Deadbeat,
The Gladiators,
Ronnie Foster,
Suburban Knight,
Deepchord,
Glenn Branca,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sandy B,
China Crisis,
Audionom,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Supertramp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Con Funk Shun,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jacob Miller,
Television,
Spoonie Gee,
Camberwell Now,
Unwound,
The Move,
Main Source,
Smog,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dual Sessions,
Ornette Coleman,
Harry Pussy,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.