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 Panama and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Section 25,
Lightning Bolt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tim Buckley,
Unwound,
Wire,
Kerrie Biddell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Charles Mingus,
DNA,
Metal Thangz,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Black Dice,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Audionom,
The Techniques,
Sunsets and Hearts,
U.S. Maple,
The Doors,
Scott Walker,
John Lydon,
Jandek,
Excepter,
Mars,
Jacob Miller,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Standells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brick,
The Evens,
Patti Smith,
Nas,
Model 500,
F. McDonald,
Fugazi,
The Gun Club,
Camberwell Now,
Schoolly D,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter and Kerry,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Smooth,
John Cale,
The Gladiators,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scan 7,
X-Ray Spex,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronan,
The Fuzztones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.