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 Marshall Islands and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Slackers to the dance 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Smoke,
Flash Fearless,
DJ Style,
Television,
The Black Dice,
Kayak,
The Residents,
Sound Behaviour,
The Blues Magoos,
Wolf Eyes,
Outsiders,
Mark Hollis,
Soft Cell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moss Icon,
Deepchord,
Tim Buckley,
Ken Boothe,
The Misunderstood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pet Shop Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Warren Ellis,
World's Most,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare,
Derrick May,
Subhumans,
Nas,
Spandau Ballet,
The Leaves,
Althea and Donna,
the Bar-Kays,
FM Einheit,
Todd Terry,
Gang Starr,
Barrington Levy,
New York Dolls,
Trumans Water,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Music Machine,
Quadrant,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Adolescents,
Eden Ahbez,
Clear Light,
John Coltrane,
Ludus,
Country Teasers,
Dennis Brown,
Hot Snakes,
Tears for Fears,
Popol Vuh,
The Dave Clark Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aaron Thompson,
Magazine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.