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 Togo and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare 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 Cheater Slicks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The Young Rascals,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Clear Light,
Symarip,
The Black Dice,
The United States of America,
Los Fastidios,
Mars,
Davy DMX,
The Walker Brothers,
Slave,
Agitation Free,
Animal Collective,
The Tremeloes,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Germs,
Livin' Joy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Residents,
the Human League,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yellowson,
Scion,
cv313,
ABC,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young,
Monolake,
Slick Rick,
Terry Callier,
Rod Modell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nirvana,
Cal Tjader,
Pylon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Circle Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
Janne Schatter,
Model 500,
Scratch Acid,
10cc,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Morten Harket,
The Remains,
Index,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Metal Thangz,
Scan 7,
E-Dancer,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moss Icon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sandy B,
Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Rundgren,
A Certain Ratio,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.