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 Lesotho and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Harry Pussy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Bronski Beat,
D'Angelo,
The Neon Judgement,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dirtbombs,
Magma,
Boz Scaggs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Hood,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Prince Buster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tomorrow,
Curtis Mayfield,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wings,
Arthur Verocai,
These Immortal Souls,
Tim Buckley,
Peter & Gordon,
Malaria!,
Aaron Thompson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lower 48,
Livin' Joy,
Ohio Players,
Byron Stingily,
Jacob Miller,
Minny Pops,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Section 25,
Neil Young,
The Evens,
Smog,
Porter Ricks,
Spoonie Gee,
Tears for Fears,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed,
The Vogues,
Ralphi Rosario,
Zero Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nirvana,
Glenn Branca,
Todd Terry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
R.M.O.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hardrive,
Gichy Dan,
Au Pairs,
Harmonia,
Alison Limerick,
Echospace,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.