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 Estonia 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Babytalk to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
The Grass Roots,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Associates,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Essential Logic,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Hood,
Jandek,
David McCallum,
Lyres,
Stereo Dub,
Eve St. Jones,
Wally Richardson,
The Index,
Ken Boothe,
Matthew Halsall,
Brick,
Bobby Womack,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Q65,
Bluetip,
John Holt,
Unwound,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gladiators,
Marc Almond,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vainqueur,
Symarip,
Thompson Twins,
Fugazi,
Man Eating Sloth,
cv313,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Sonics,
Black Flag,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Christie,
Gang Starr,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rod Modell,
Funkadelic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Erykah Badu,
Black Sheep,
Vladislav Delay,
In Retrospect,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aaron Thompson,
KRS-One,
Grey Daturas,
Alton Ellis,
The Litter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sparks,
Accadde A,
Niagra,
Circle Jerks,
Tommy Roe,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.