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 Tuvalu and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Ralphi Rosario to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
The Grass Roots,
Magazine,
Ten City,
Lebanon Hanover,
Trumans Water,
Depeche Mode,
Banda Bassotti,
Tomorrow,
Wire,
Brick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Anthony Braxton,
Sister Nancy,
Hashim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Leonard Cohen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Television Personalities,
Lalann,
The Fuzztones,
The Cowsills,
LL Cool J,
Joensuu 1685,
David McCallum,
Harry Pussy,
Ronnie Foster,
Inner City,
Das Ding,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barrington Levy,
Alice Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Qualms,
the Slits,
Guru Guru,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blancmange,
Bad Manners,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Infiniti,
Roxy Music,
Fugazi,
The Selecter,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mojo Men,
Stockholm Monsters,
Surgeon,
Joy Division,
Grandmaster Flash,
June Days,
PIL,
Amon Düül II,
The Litter,
Ultravox,
the Swans,
Cheater Slicks,
These Immortal Souls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick May,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.