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 Italy and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Kango’s Stein Massive 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
PIL,
Inner City,
Frankie Knuckles,
U.S. Maple,
Maleditus Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott Heron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marc Almond,
Grandmaster Flash,
Charles Mingus,
Minnie Riperton,
Skarface,
Drexciya,
Altered Images,
Moebius,
The Slackers,
Skriet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Kerrie Biddell,
Urselle,
Marmalade,
Bad Manners,
Neu!,
Pagans,
Loose Ends,
John Cale,
Soulsonic Force,
Lyres,
Joyce Sims,
Donald Byrd,
the Swans,
R.M.O.,
The Selecter,
The Birthday Party,
Grauzone,
Flash Fearless,
Fela Kuti,
The Flesh Eaters,
DNA,
Jandek,
Todd Terry,
The Pop Group,
The Gladiators,
Maurizio,
Unrelated Segments,
Chris & Cosey,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television Personalities,
Sixth Finger,
Spoonie Gee,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Kinks,
The Seeds,
Model 500,
Peter & Gordon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.