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 Laos and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 Qualms to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Kurtis Blow,
New Order,
The Durutti Column,
Bob Dylan,
Lucky Dragons,
Quando Quango,
Second Layer,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ossler,
Au Pairs,
Procol Harum,
Boz Scaggs,
James White and The Blacks,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang of Four,
Suicide,
Ralphi Rosario,
Motorama,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Remains,
Arab on Radar,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed,
Agitation Free,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harry Pussy,
The Last Poets,
The Names,
Roger Hodgson,
Harmonia,
The Sonics,
Gang Starr,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Idris Muhammad,
Porter Ricks,
Roxette,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Liliput,
The Toasters,
Fugazi,
Sandy B,
Rekid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Saints,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter & Gordon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Angels of Light,
X-102,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Godley & Creme,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Christie,
Schoolly D,
Marmalade,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.