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 Senegal and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Fugs to the disco 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Jeff Mills,
Electric Prunes,
MC5,
Rhythm & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Five Americans,
Mark Hollis,
T. Rex,
Minny Pops,
Bluetip,
The Cowsills,
David McCallum,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tubeway Army,
Franke,
Aaron Thompson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nas,
Procol Harum,
Boogie Down Productions,
Index,
L. Decosne,
KRS-One,
Suburban Knight,
D'Angelo,
The Smoke,
The Busters,
Ronan,
Interpol,
Y Pants,
Moss Icon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fall,
the Normal,
Nick Fraelich,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Golliwogs,
Brand Nubian,
Moby Grape,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Bananas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ossler,
Zapp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Con Funk Shun,
Ponytail,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Christie,
Agitation Free,
Terrestrial Tones,
Slave,
Warsaw,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.