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 Somalia and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ 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 Schoolly D to the electroclash 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yusef Lateef,
Rakim,
Flipper,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Desert Stars,
Popol Vuh,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Porter Ricks,
The Seeds,
Piero Umiliani,
Cymande,
Minny Pops,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Babytalk,
X-Ray Spex,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Smiths,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Half Japanese,
The Busters,
The Mummies,
Joyce Sims,
Rufus Thomas,
The Saints,
Hot Snakes,
Malaria!,
Sixth Finger,
The Standells,
Maleditus Sound,
Panda Bear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Hood,
Minnie Riperton,
The Slackers,
Yazoo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
L. Decosne,
Stereo Dub,
Buzzcocks,
The Velvet Underground,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
ABC,
R.M.O.,
Lyres,
Black Flag,
Jacques Brel,
Funky Four + One,
The Offenders,
Magazine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Holt,
MDC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warren Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.