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 Honduras and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Slits 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Spandau Ballet,
Y Pants,
Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Swans,
KRS-One,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grauzone,
Erykah Badu,
Wire,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Second Layer,
Todd Terry,
Section 25,
Sugar Minott,
Aloha Tigers,
Nick Fraelich,
Deakin,
Eddi Front,
Ponytail,
Echospace,
The Cowsills,
The Moleskins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wings,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donald Byrd,
Quando Quango,
Alison Limerick,
The Saints,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mojo Men,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lungfish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maurizio,
Eli Mardock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minutemen,
Magazine,
Amazonics,
Flash Fearless,
The Names,
Freddie Wadling,
Drexciya,
The Victims,
Terry Callier,
Kevin Saunderson,
Loose Ends,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dead Boys,
Patti Smith,
Chrome,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Birthday Party,
Siglo XX,
The Smoke,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.