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 Uganda and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Clear Light to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minor Threat,
Make Up,
Bauhaus,
Eve St. Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blossom Toes,
Supertramp,
The Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
Jawbox,
Joensuu 1685,
The Vogues,
Soft Cell,
Connie Case,
The Mummies,
The Divine Comedy,
Scratch Acid,
Toni Rubio,
Deakin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ralphi Rosario,
James White and The Blacks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Organ,
Oneida,
Jacques Brel,
Brand Nubian,
Skriet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rufus Thomas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pere Ubu,
The Grass Roots,
Erasure,
Matthew Bourne,
K-Klass,
Surgeon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gong,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Christie,
PIL,
Gregory Isaacs,
Faraquet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
UT,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Youth Brigade,
Colin Newman,
Cal Tjader,
Urselle,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sex Pistols,
The Raincoats,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.