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 St Lucia and from Portland.
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 Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Echospace to the grime 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül II,
Warren Ellis,
10cc,
Robert Görl,
Flipper,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Sparks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mary Jane Girls,
Animal Collective,
The Young Rascals,
John Foxx,
Royal Trux,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bronski Beat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sällskapet,
Gang Starr,
Hardrive,
The Divine Comedy,
Arab on Radar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
Hot Snakes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neu!,
Howard Jones,
Kurtis Blow,
The Happenings,
Inner City,
Toni Rubio,
Ludus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mission of Burma,
Average White Band,
Jacques Brel,
Stiv Bators,
Ten City,
Minor Threat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ornette Coleman,
Warsaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aural Exciters,
Excepter,
Wasted Youth,
Nas,
The Zeros,
Deepchord,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Halsall,
Roxy Music,
DJ Sneak,
Donny Hathaway,
48th St. Collective,
The Residents,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.