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 Sierra Leone and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Dead Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed,
Quantec,
OOIOO,
Aaron Thompson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Teasers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Wells,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radio Birdman,
Danielle Patucci,
Yellowson,
The Raincoats,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Malaria!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warren Ellis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang of Four,
Sight & Sound,
Joy Division,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stiv Bators,
Cecil Taylor,
The Searchers,
Fat Boys,
The Mojo Men,
The Grass Roots,
The Gun Club,
Mo-Dettes,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sex Pistols,
Tomorrow,
Silicon Teens,
Michelle Simonal,
Slick Rick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultravox,
Carl Craig,
Rekid,
The Selecter,
Panda Bear,
Gong,
Peter & Gordon,
Altered Images,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faraquet,
Scratch Acid,
The Saints,
Peter and Kerry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Idris Muhammad,
Deadbeat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Easy Going,
Ultra Naté,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.