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 Solomon Islands and from London.
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 Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kool Moe Dee to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Index,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quantec,
Whodini,
ABBA,
Easy Going,
Angry Samoans,
Funky Four + One,
Barclay James Harvest,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick May,
The Barracudas,
Bluetip,
The Evens,
8 Eyed Spy,
Subhumans,
Carl Craig,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Newcleus,
U.S. Maple,
Make Up,
Underground Resistance,
Mandrill,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Byrd,
Suicide,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neu!,
Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
Agitation Free,
The Monochrome Set,
Quando Quango,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dead Boys,
The Fortunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minny Pops,
Jeff Mills,
Swell Maps,
Boz Scaggs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Clear Light,
The Kinks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mars,
Section 25,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Sherman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joey Negro,
Chris Corsano,
Agent Orange,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalann,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Seeds,
The Motions,
Outsiders,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Techniques,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.