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 Albania and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Chris Corsano to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Graham Central Station,
Black Flag,
Bush Tetras,
The Sonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Warsaw,
Lakeside,
Rekid,
Sly & The Family Stone,
kango's stein massive,
Desert Stars,
E-Dancer,
the Swans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Goldenarms,
Josef K,
Archie Shepp,
Can,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hoover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Slackers,
This Heat,
Country Teasers,
Jeff Lynne,
MDC,
Kas Product,
Chrome,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eden Ahbez,
the Germs,
Outsiders,
Eurythmics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Andrew Hill,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott Heron,
D'Angelo,
Arab on Radar,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Danielle Patucci,
Wings,
The Grass Roots,
Scratch Acid,
Fad Gadget,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ohio Players,
Kayak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
Marc Almond,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.