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 Ivory Coast and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Gun Club to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
T.S.O.L.,
The Knickerbockers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moby Grape,
Danielle Patucci,
The Associates,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxette,
Susan Cadogan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Von Mondo,
Monks,
June of 44,
Brand Nubian,
Kerri Chandler,
CMW,
Tears for Fears,
Franke,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Index,
Joensuu 1685,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yaz,
Freddie Wadling,
Country Teasers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Saints,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tubeway Army,
Electric Prunes,
Kas Product,
Cybotron,
Bad Manners,
The Walker Brothers,
The Evens,
Thee Headcoats,
Moebius,
JFA,
Camouflage,
The Monochrome Set,
Terry Callier,
the Sonics,
Eddi Front,
Metal Thangz,
Angry Samoans,
cv313,
Terrestrial Tones,
Trumans Water,
The Fugs,
Kaleidoscope,
John Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
Hashim,
a-ha,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pierre Henry,
The Martian,
The Litter,
Theoretical Girls,
Wire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.