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 Nigeria 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
The Red Krayola,
Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers,
Echospace,
Mad Mike,
Oblivians,
Icehouse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Index,
Fat Boys,
Roxette,
Gabor Szabo,
Siglo XX,
Saccharine Trust,
ABC,
The Vogues,
8 Eyed Spy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
UT,
Neil Young,
In Retrospect,
Mary Jane Girls,
Easy Going,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dennis Brown,
Charles Mingus,
Gichy Dan,
The New Christs,
The Saints,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blues Magoos,
Chrome,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nas,
Yazoo,
Theoretical Girls,
Bill Wells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultravox,
Glenn Branca,
Crispian St. Peters,
Con Funk Shun,
The Buckinghams,
Vainqueur,
Soul II Soul,
The Happenings,
The Young Rascals,
OOIOO,
The Tremeloes,
Blake Baxter,
The Gap Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonic Youth,
The Smiths,
Aswad,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.