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 Vanuatu and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Sam Rivers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Cheater Slicks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deadbeat,
Duran Duran,
Shuggie Otis,
Arthur Verocai,
K-Klass,
Kurtis Blow,
The Leaves,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hoover,
Rufus Thomas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Japan,
Agent Orange,
L. Decosne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eden Ahbez,
Dead Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deakin,
Nirvana,
The American Breed,
Liliput,
Sarah Menescal,
Alison Limerick,
Ultra Naté,
MDC,
Ronan,
48th St. Collective,
Lower 48,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Starr,
Vainqueur,
Derrick Morgan,
Yaz,
Alphaville,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rapeman,
the Germs,
Donald Byrd,
Wally Richardson,
Pussy Galore,
Desert Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Brand Nubian,
Mission of Burma,
David Axelrod,
H. Thieme,
T.S.O.L.,
Motorama,
JFA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hot Snakes,
Skarface,
Skriet,
Marc Almond,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythm & Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.