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 Moldova and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DJ Sneak to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare,
Mad Mike,
Lightning Bolt,
Henry Cow,
Sandy B,
Country Teasers,
Bush Tetras,
Little Man,
Black Flag,
Anakelly,
Prince Buster,
The Barracudas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Techniques,
Bobby Womack,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeff Mills,
The Knickerbockers,
Crooked Eye,
Camberwell Now,
ABBA,
Deadbeat,
Lou Christie,
Nico,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minor Threat,
Gastr Del Sol,
China Crisis,
Steve Hackett,
Clear Light,
June of 44,
Tropical Tobacco,
Franke,
The Mojo Men,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Judy Mowatt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swell Maps,
The Dead C,
Magazine,
The Slackers,
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Make Up,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Blues Magoos,
Donald Byrd,
The Slits,
a-ha,
The Walker Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Duran Duran,
The Raincoats,
Deepchord,
Howard Jones,
Loose Ends,
Joey Negro,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.