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 Mozambique and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the 808 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 Tubeway Army to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Q and Not U,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
ABBA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sonics,
Lindisfarne,
Harmonia,
The Smiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Motions,
Audionom,
The Leaves,
Tommy Roe,
The Seeds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Sherman,
Main Source,
The Busters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Depeche Mode,
Black Moon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Can,
The Offenders,
LL Cool J,
The Barracudas,
Bang On A Can,
Lower 48,
Stockholm Monsters,
Technova,
Spoonie Gee,
Faust,
Scion,
Sun Ra,
Whodini,
Eden Ahbez,
Henry Cow,
The Grass Roots,
Ice-T,
Qualms,
JFA,
Organ,
Donald Byrd,
Derrick May,
Bizarre Inc.,
Section 25,
The Five Americans,
A Certain Ratio,
Mo-Dettes,
Y Pants,
Marmalade,
Cal Tjader,
The Invisible,
OOIOO,
Scrapy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pylon,
EPMD,
Maleditus Sound,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.