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 Tuvalu and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Mr. Review 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Camouflage,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fugazi,
Amazonics,
The Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter and Kerry,
Jandek,
The Dead C,
Boogie Down Productions,
CMW,
John Lydon,
The Last Poets,
Man Parrish,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Style,
Tommy Roe,
Kaleidoscope,
Nils Olav,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joy Division,
Ronnie Foster,
Loose Ends,
Ronan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grauzone,
China Crisis,
June of 44,
Hashim,
Panda Bear,
Lee Hazlewood,
Banda Bassotti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pantytec,
The Fugs,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Black Flag,
Ponytail,
H. Thieme,
Underground Resistance,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Franke,
Y Pants,
Neu!,
Malaria!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobbi Humphrey,
EPMD,
The Cowsills,
the Swans,
Joensuu 1685,
The Slits,
Reuben Wilson,
Janne Schatter,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.