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 Equatorial Guinea and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Ponytail to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultravox,
Silicon Teens,
Joy Division,
Harry Pussy,
Bad Manners,
Michelle Simonal,
Ituana,
Susan Cadogan,
Chris Corsano,
Mr. Review,
Amon Düül,
Nirvana,
The Beau Brummels,
Visage,
Letta Mbulu,
Masters at Work,
Toni Rubio,
CMW,
The Slackers,
MDC,
Second Layer,
Rod Modell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sixth Finger,
Tim Buckley,
The Birthday Party,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Terry,
Mad Mike,
The Remains,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
Symarip,
The Offenders,
Donald Byrd,
Nik Kershaw,
Suicide,
Rapeman,
Max Romeo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arab on Radar,
Ludus,
Robert Görl,
The Smiths,
The Human League,
Radio Birdman,
Infiniti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eli Mardock,
Essential Logic,
Icehouse,
Deakin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shoche,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Idris Muhammad,
Junior Murvin,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.