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 St Lucia and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Quando Quango to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Darondo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Technova,
Pole,
The Walker Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dual Sessions,
DJ Style,
Rekid,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lungfish,
Fatback Band,
the Soft Cell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Faust,
The Invisible,
Kerri Chandler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Barracudas,
The Saints,
Joe Finger,
Joy Division,
Drive Like Jehu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fugs,
Harry Pussy,
Drexciya,
The Count Five,
OOIOO,
Y Pants,
Joyce Sims,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Slits,
Zapp,
Don Cherry,
The Sonics,
Ultra Naté,
The Fuzztones,
Fluxion,
Nas,
Parry Music,
Kenny Larkin,
Carl Craig,
The Golliwogs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fugazi,
Absolute Body Control,
Wasted Youth,
Liliput,
Index,
Lightning Bolt,
Easy Going,
Nirvana,
Siglo XX,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hardrive,
EPMD,
Ohio Players,
Audionom,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.