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 Iran and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scratch Acid to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Yazoo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Slits,
Ohio Players,
Kaleidoscope,
Pantytec,
Sarah Menescal,
Circle Jerks,
Main Source,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cheater Slicks,
Mission of Burma,
Yaz,
The Music Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rakim,
Sister Nancy,
Half Japanese,
Eric Copeland,
Boogie Down Productions,
Zapp,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Mills,
The Pretty Things,
Ultra Naté,
Smog,
Mo-Dettes,
Metal Thangz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gap Band,
Altered Images,
Clear Light,
Cymande,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Standells,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joy Division,
The Misunderstood,
Anthony Braxton,
Wings,
The Stooges,
Soft Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Tears for Fears,
Motorama,
John Lydon,
The Searchers,
MDC,
Amon Düül II,
Scientists,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Red Krayola,
Saccharine Trust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doors,
Ronnie Foster,
Sparks,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.