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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Black Pus to the disco 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Stooges,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kool Moe Dee,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vainqueur,
Tubeway Army,
Joensuu 1685,
The Residents,
Hasil Adkins,
Hot Snakes,
Jeff Mills,
Rotary Connection,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cymande,
Quadrant,
Lucky Dragons,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Busters,
The Toasters,
Camberwell Now,
Television,
John Cale,
Iggy Pop,
Alison Limerick,
The Gories,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Loose Ends,
The Sonics,
Main Source,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mojo Men,
Dawn Penn,
David Axelrod,
Half Japanese,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott Heron,
Smog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Henry Cow,
Crime,
Fatback Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arcadia,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Severed Heads,
R.M.O.,
Bang On A Can,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mr. Review,
The Leaves,
Bauhaus,
Rakim,
Ten City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.