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 Macedonia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Wasted Youth to the grunge 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Scrapy,
Lyres,
Soulsonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Basic Channel,
One Last Wish,
Desert Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric Dolphy,
Boz Scaggs,
Camouflage,
The Red Krayola,
Warsaw,
Byron Stingily,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blancmange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ossler,
Television,
Clear Light,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Smooth,
Drexciya,
The Standells,
H. Thieme,
The Human League,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Matthew Halsall,
Sparks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minny Pops,
Gang of Four,
Derrick May,
Harmonia,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers,
Aloha Tigers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Zero Boys,
Bauhaus,
Carl Craig,
Angry Samoans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Evens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter and Kerry,
Niagra,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brass Construction,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Green,
the Sonics,
Shoche,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minor Threat,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.