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 Hungary and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Big Daddy Kane to the electroclash 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
The Pretty Things,
Marshall Jefferson,
Outsiders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Y Pants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pantytec,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fortunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-101,
U.S. Maple,
Pierre Henry,
The Music Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ossler,
Fad Gadget,
The United States of America,
The Count Five,
The Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
Surgeon,
Gong,
a-ha,
Schoolly D,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nico,
Tom Boy,
Deadbeat,
K-Klass,
Lower 48,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roger Hodgson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Livin' Joy,
The Vogues,
Eddi Front,
Main Source,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boredoms,
The Raincoats,
Magazine,
Joyce Sims,
La Düsseldorf,
Crime,
Arthur Verocai,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rekid,
The Gun Club,
Funkadelic,
D'Angelo,
Soul II Soul,
Bill Near,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lalann,
The Gladiators,
Duran Duran,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Pus,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.