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 Cuba and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Black Sheep to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Schoolly D,
Mr. Review,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MC5,
Warren Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Henry Cow,
The Pop Group,
The Fuzztones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yaz,
Ornette Coleman,
Terrestrial Tones,
UT,
The Cure,
The Buckinghams,
Wings,
The Mummies,
Lower 48,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
The Doors,
Chris Corsano,
Sight & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Nirvana,
The Barracudas,
Dual Sessions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monolake,
Eric Copeland,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ossler,
Essential Logic,
Oneida,
Moebius,
The Gladiators,
Connie Case,
Fear,
The Leaves,
Throbbing Gristle,
Q65,
Y Pants,
Minny Pops,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Talk Talk,
Scion,
Fela Kuti,
Mars,
Cymande,
X-101,
Severed Heads,
Metal Thangz,
Tres Demented,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.