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 Turkey and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Drive Like Jehu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nas,
Marvin Gaye,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eli Mardock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Germs,
The Smoke,
Dual Sessions,
Wire,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yaz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grey Daturas,
Echospace,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Isaac Hayes,
the Bar-Kays,
Sällskapet,
Joey Negro,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonic Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Excepter,
Rod Modell,
Skaos,
The Music Machine,
The Saints,
Mantronix,
Jerry's Kids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joyce Sims,
Siglo XX,
Tomorrow,
Whodini,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Flag,
The Kinks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cameo,
Brick,
The Mummies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MDC,
DJ Sneak,
Funky Four + One,
Marmalade,
Sun City Girls,
Ludus,
LL Cool J,
H. Thieme,
Skriet,
Henry Cow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blossom Toes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Stooges,
Vladislav Delay,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.