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 United States and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gang Green to the grime 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hardrive,
Brand Nubian,
Hot Snakes,
Joey Negro,
The Durutti Column,
Intrusion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
June Days,
China Crisis,
Au Pairs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aswad,
Mark Hollis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Litter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minor Threat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grey Daturas,
Piero Umiliani,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
LL Cool J,
This Heat,
Mr. Review,
Ultravox,
Mission of Burma,
Cheater Slicks,
Althea and Donna,
Procol Harum,
Man Parrish,
Hasil Adkins,
Spandau Ballet,
Animal Collective,
Delta 5,
Gang of Four,
The Mojo Men,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Near,
Ludus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monolake,
KRS-One,
Pagans,
Rod Modell,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Star Department,
The Zeros,
Panda Bear,
Vladislav Delay,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angry Samoans,
Skriet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bluetip,
Thompson Twins,
FM Einheit,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.