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 Ghana 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Gang Starr to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Audionom,
Fatback Band,
Scion,
The Victims,
Average White Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Tim Buckley,
Echospace,
Jawbox,
Sonic Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mummies,
Wire,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slits,
Stereo Dub,
Soul II Soul,
Quadrant,
The Seeds,
The Busters,
Mo-Dettes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fela Kuti,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy Collins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radio Birdman,
The Smoke,
Trumans Water,
Monks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nation of Ulysses,
Underground Resistance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Loose Ends,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pop Group,
June of 44,
The Birthday Party,
Japan,
The Smiths,
Eurythmics,
Sam Rivers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Christie,
Skarface,
Main Source,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Association,
Porter Ricks,
Brass Construction,
Gastr Del Sol,
Circle Jerks,
Neu!,
Matthew Halsall,
Section 25,
Second Layer,
The Misunderstood,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.