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 Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 John Lydon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Slave,
Jacob Miller,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Bananas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
Wire,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sex Pistols,
The Moody Blues,
Kayak,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Sherman,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Byrd,
Easy Going,
Babytalk,
Lebanon Hanover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neil Young,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faust,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Byron Stingily,
The Kinks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Near,
Soft Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rekid,
Dawn Penn,
Eurythmics,
Joyce Sims,
Section 25,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Pus,
The Index,
The Fugs,
Crime,
Oblivians,
The Tremeloes,
Banda Bassotti,
The Buckinghams,
Rhythm & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Basic Channel,
Cymande,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Swell Maps,
PIL,
Kurtis Blow,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.