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 Comoros and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Shadows of Knight to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Minor Threat,
Blossom Toes,
The Pop Group,
Oblivians,
Pierre Henry,
The Moleskins,
X-102,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alison Limerick,
Swell Maps,
Bobbi Humphrey,
KRS-One,
Los Fastidios,
The Kinks,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dual Sessions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Golliwogs,
Pantaleimon,
Arthur Verocai,
Television,
Spoonie Gee,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David Bowie,
Hot Snakes,
Ice-T,
Electric Prunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Carl Craig,
Peter & Gordon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Prince Buster,
Grey Daturas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Move,
Neu!,
Ossler,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Slits,
the Sonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
Ronan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harpers Bizarre,
Section 25,
Reuben Wilson,
Arab on Radar,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultravox,
MC5,
These Immortal Souls,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skarface,
The Leaves,
The Real Kids,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.