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 Azerbaijan and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the funk 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Faust,
The Evens,
Wings,
Kerri Chandler,
Sonic Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gap Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barry Ungar,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ponytail,
Grey Daturas,
Warsaw,
48th St. Collective,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Starr,
Gregory Isaacs,
Massinfluence,
Joyce Sims,
The Saints,
The Dirtbombs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Count Five,
ABBA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hasil Adkins,
The Toasters,
L. Decosne,
The Busters,
Audionom,
Wally Richardson,
Roy Ayers,
Ronan,
Bootsy Collins,
The Index,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kayak,
Darondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Lydon,
World's Most,
Guru Guru,
Desert Stars,
Mr. Review,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Flag,
Yaz,
In Retrospect,
The Gladiators,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Livin' Joy,
Crooked Eye,
Negative Approach,
Sex Pistols,
Black Bananas,
Junior Murvin,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.