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 Netherlands and from Jakarta.
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 New York and Hong Kong.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Fear to the crunk 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Los Fastidios,
Minny Pops,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eli Mardock,
Crispy Ambulance,
James White and The Blacks,
Wally Richardson,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gabor Szabo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Monks,
Porter Ricks,
John Foxx,
Tim Buckley,
Prince Buster,
Make Up,
Faust,
Amon Düül,
Absolute Body Control,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Carl Craig,
Arab on Radar,
Das Ding,
The Grass Roots,
Scratch Acid,
Royal Trux,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lower 48,
World's Most,
Alice Coltrane,
The Invisible,
Sight & Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vladislav Delay,
Can,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DJ Style,
Deepchord,
This Heat,
Newcleus,
Scott Walker,
Main Source,
Maleditus Sound,
Cybotron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Monolake,
Mr. Review,
the Slits,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marmalade,
Nik Kershaw,
Marine Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
Buzzcocks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.