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 Russia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Monochrome Set to the techno 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Swans,
Intrusion,
Leonard Cohen,
Rufus Thomas,
The Pop Group,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronnie Foster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Basic Channel,
The Modern Lovers,
B.T. Express,
Graham Central Station,
Pere Ubu,
OOIOO,
Arcadia,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eli Mardock,
The Moleskins,
The J.B.'s,
Zero Boys,
Brick,
Warsaw,
Parry Music,
Patti Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy Collins,
Bronski Beat,
Fear,
The Busters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Red Krayola,
Pharoah Sanders,
DNA,
Marvin Gaye,
Agitation Free,
Buzzcocks,
Camouflage,
X-Ray Spex,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Womack,
The Zeros,
R.M.O.,
Pussy Galore,
Mantronix,
Todd Terry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lungfish,
Todd Rundgren,
The Star Department,
Neu!,
The Music Machine,
Alphaville,
Thompson Twins,
Derrick May,
Carl Craig,
Camberwell Now,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.