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 Slovenia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Mantronix to the punk 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Yellowson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kas Product,
Clear Light,
Icehouse,
Technova,
Chris & Cosey,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare,
Chris Corsano,
The Smiths,
Fugazi,
Pole,
Fat Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Slits,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Clarke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nico,
New York Dolls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gories,
Bootsy Collins,
Liliput,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pere Ubu,
Jeru the Damaja,
JFA,
June of 44,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Count Five,
The Last Poets,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Sonics,
The Slackers,
David McCallum,
Sam Rivers,
The Blackbyrds,
The New Christs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Associates,
Ultravox,
Darondo,
Ultra Naté,
Flipper,
LL Cool J,
Metal Thangz,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlback,
MDC,
Nick Fraelich,
Saccharine Trust,
Inner City,
Sister Nancy,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Rundgren,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.