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 Malawi and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 EPMD to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Buckinghams,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moby Grape,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swans,
Rapeman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skarface,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Soft Cell,
Schoolly D,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Duran Duran,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang On A Can,
X-101,
Eddi Front,
Thompson Twins,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ten City,
Arab on Radar,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hot Snakes,
Stiv Bators,
Infiniti,
The Misunderstood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Associates,
The Searchers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wings,
Au Pairs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rites of Spring,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amon Düül,
Brick,
World's Most,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moleskins,
Andrew Hill,
The Barracudas,
Danielle Patucci,
Scratch Acid,
Groovy Waters,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.