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 Algeria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Half Japanese to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Drexciya,
Soul II Soul,
Suburban Knight,
Yaz,
Sun City Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Jacques Brel,
Shoche,
Bobby Sherman,
Idris Muhammad,
the Normal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
a-ha,
Rites of Spring,
Sparks,
Joy Division,
Robert Wyatt,
Kayak,
Gang Starr,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scion,
Eric Dolphy,
The Red Krayola,
Unwound,
Rhythm & Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Charles Mingus,
The Wake,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amazonics,
The Names,
Lou Reed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Residents,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Flesh Eaters,
Silicon Teens,
Sonic Youth,
Jandek,
Flipper,
The Electric Prunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aural Exciters,
Graham Central Station,
Fluxion,
Anakelly,
Pharoah Sanders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fat Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Slave,
Chrome,
Massinfluence,
Surgeon,
Porter Ricks,
LL Cool J,
Cybotron,
Rapeman,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.