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 Brazil and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Knickerbockers to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Saints,
Kaleidoscope,
The Litter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter & Gordon,
Franke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Adolescents,
MC5,
Ituana,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Move,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Starr,
Country Teasers,
Lou Christie,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skarface,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swans,
Lyres,
The Cure,
John Coltrane,
The Associates,
The Divine Comedy,
Steve Hackett,
Suicide,
Agitation Free,
Blake Baxter,
Ten City,
Q and Not U,
Zero Boys,
Minny Pops,
Joy Division,
Unrelated Segments,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Germs,
Q65,
Michelle Simonal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Niagra,
Chris & Cosey,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cymande,
Brick,
The Searchers,
Pantytec,
Sun Ra,
Eric Copeland,
The Grass Roots,
Jacques Brel,
Blancmange,
ABBA,
Das Ding,
The Stooges,
The Buckinghams,
The Zeros,
Sister Nancy,
Chrome,
The Invisible,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.