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 Jamaica and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Visage to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
DJ Sneak,
Rakim,
The Vogues,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Coltrane,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare,
Can,
The Offenders,
Ponytail,
Swell Maps,
Ultra Naté,
Toni Rubio,
Connie Case,
E-Dancer,
Yazoo,
Pierre Henry,
The Black Dice,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skriet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Cale,
Magazine,
Graham Central Station,
Davy DMX,
The Dead C,
Wasted Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New York Dolls,
Main Source,
Circle Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anakelly,
Erykah Badu,
The Grass Roots,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Depeche Mode,
Susan Cadogan,
Hot Snakes,
Minny Pops,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mad Mike,
Gang Green,
Lungfish,
Amazonics,
Rekid,
Brass Construction,
Maurizio,
Mandrill,
Ice-T,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang of Four,
MDC,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Remains,
Alton Ellis,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.