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 India 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Vainqueur to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agent Orange,
Swell Maps,
New Age Steppers,
Cymande,
Sam Rivers,
The Smoke,
Kurtis Blow,
Roxy Music,
The Buckinghams,
Maurizio,
Davy DMX,
Blossom Toes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fugs,
Sun Ra,
the Human League,
Magazine,
Lucky Dragons,
Bob Dylan,
Section 25,
Vainqueur,
Popol Vuh,
Jacques Brel,
Electric Prunes,
Y Pants,
Goldenarms,
Desert Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Echospace,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Babytalk,
Idris Muhammad,
Camouflage,
Cluster,
the Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dead Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wings,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Pop Group,
Sandy B,
Rosa Yemen,
Juan Atkins,
Crash Course in Science,
Bronski Beat,
Newcleus,
Faust,
New Order,
John Holt,
Ronan,
Nico,
cv313,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Underground Resistance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cramps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.