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 Solomon Islands and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the electroclash 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
DJ Style,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter & Gordon,
Skaos,
Brothers Johnson,
Derrick May,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
AZ,
Blossom Toes,
Pere Ubu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Pus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Accadde A,
Althea and Donna,
Pole,
Essential Logic,
Crime,
Siglo XX,
Morten Harket,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Godley & Creme,
The Skatalites,
Alison Limerick,
Rod Modell,
Amazonics,
MDC,
The Black Dice,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joe Finger,
Warsaw,
Guru Guru,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ossler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Popol Vuh,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jawbox,
Danielle Patucci,
Crooked Eye,
Gregory Isaacs,
F. McDonald,
Harry Pussy,
Harpers Bizarre,
UT,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Underground Resistance,
Zapp,
The Sonics,
Sixth Finger,
Boredoms,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Hood,
Steve Hackett,
cv313,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.