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 Indonesia and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Grauzone to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Star Department,
Josef K,
Todd Rundgren,
Television,
LL Cool J,
Pere Ubu,
The Smoke,
Nico,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lucky Dragons,
The Kinks,
Leonard Cohen,
Unwound,
The Monks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Move,
Sex Pistols,
Los Fastidios,
Sarah Menescal,
Alison Limerick,
the Association,
Flash Fearless,
Thompson Twins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Ituana,
Malaria!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quantec,
Alton Ellis,
Terry Callier,
The Birthday Party,
Au Pairs,
Joe Smooth,
Cluster,
Gong,
Model 500,
Glambeats Corp.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Banda Bassotti,
Hashim,
The United States of America,
Masters at Work,
Whodini,
Mo-Dettes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rufus Thomas,
Infiniti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Bar-Kays,
Eve St. Jones,
Chrome,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wire,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.