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 Bangladesh and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
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 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 The Litter to the grunge 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Hood,
Soft Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fad Gadget,
Sam Rivers,
The Real Kids,
Half Japanese,
Ronan,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Moon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Althea and Donna,
Brothers Johnson,
Hasil Adkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drexciya,
Bob Dylan,
Metal Thangz,
Infiniti,
Icehouse,
These Immortal Souls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heaven 17,
Minutemen,
Spoonie Gee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pole,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radio Birdman,
Sun City Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Letta Mbulu,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Wake,
Pylon,
Sugar Minott,
The Dave Clark Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Motions,
Mars,
John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Sheep,
Accadde A,
Flash Fearless,
In Retrospect,
The Techniques,
Robert Görl,
Fluxion,
Black Flag,
Smog,
Toni Rubio,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.