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 Latvia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the crunk 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '90s.
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 Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Nas,
The Moleskins,
Magma,
The Busters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Connie Case,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marmalade,
Audionom,
Von Mondo,
James White and The Blacks,
Kerri Chandler,
The Seeds,
Minor Threat,
The Sound,
Massinfluence,
Unwound,
One Last Wish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ronan,
Jerry's Kids,
Minny Pops,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crime,
Pagans,
Marc Almond,
The Mummies,
Livin' Joy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Niagra,
Ituana,
Bronski Beat,
Schoolly D,
Eddi Front,
Flipper,
The Remains,
Aural Exciters,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
cv313,
The Slits,
Suicide,
B.T. Express,
The Five Americans,
Slave,
Ornette Coleman,
The American Breed,
Inner City,
Ohio Players,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smiths,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Standells,
Scratch Acid,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.