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 Syria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Pulsallama to the electroclash 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Jandek,
Pole,
Lyres,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Q and Not U,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liliput,
Masters at Work,
Shoche,
The United States of America,
F. McDonald,
Suicide,
Supertramp,
David Axelrod,
The American Breed,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Altered Images,
Flipper,
Fad Gadget,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skarface,
Outsiders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jawbox,
Scrapy,
The Mojo Men,
Nico,
Anakelly,
Nils Olav,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
Boredoms,
World's Most,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Sneak,
Maurizio,
Ultravox,
Surgeon,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter & Gordon,
Icehouse,
Quando Quango,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sarah Menescal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Residents,
Sexual Harrassment,
Johnny Clarke,
Flash Fearless,
Josef K,
Absolute Body Control,
Au Pairs,
EPMD,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.