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 Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Cramps to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Marmalade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cymande,
Matthew Halsall,
UT,
Swans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
Angry Samoans,
The Gladiators,
John Holt,
Visage,
The Knickerbockers,
The Litter,
Zero Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aural Exciters,
Lungfish,
Wasted Youth,
Black Flag,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mighty Diamonds,
F. McDonald,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Silicon Teens,
Moss Icon,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul II Soul,
Aloha Tigers,
Junior Murvin,
Icehouse,
Swell Maps,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grauzone,
Franke,
Negative Approach,
Trumans Water,
The Evens,
Country Teasers,
Stiv Bators,
The Monochrome Set,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Martian,
Unrelated Segments,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bush Tetras,
James White and The Blacks,
Joyce Sims,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bad Manners,
Technova,
Outsiders,
Public Enemy,
Siglo XX,
Ten City,
Make Up,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.