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 Indonesia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Chris & Cosey to the grunge 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Hasil Adkins,
Flipper,
Lungfish,
Banda Bassotti,
Fugazi,
Monolake,
Public Enemy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skriet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
JFA,
The Stooges,
The Pop Group,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Zero Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Joensuu 1685,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bad Manners,
Judy Mowatt,
The Trojans,
Jerry's Kids,
CMW,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kevin Saunderson,
Babytalk,
The Real Kids,
Warsaw,
LL Cool J,
Lower 48,
Radio Birdman,
Harry Pussy,
Essential Logic,
The Mummies,
The Moleskins,
The Standells,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pussy Galore,
The Invisible,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lightning Bolt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wire,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harmonia,
The Skatalites,
Lakeside,
Maurizio,
The Modern Lovers,
Roxy Music,
Jeff Mills,
Black Pus,
Simply Red,
Monks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Television,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.