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 Kenya and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the jazz 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Soul II Soul,
Monks,
The Cramps,
Charles Mingus,
Sex Pistols,
Minor Threat,
KRS-One,
Underground Resistance,
Rod Modell,
Duran Duran,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cal Tjader,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
UT,
Brick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scratch Acid,
The Monochrome Set,
the Soft Cell,
Arcadia,
Iggy Pop,
Bang On A Can,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aaron Thompson,
F. McDonald,
Hot Snakes,
The Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Groovy Waters,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fall,
Visage,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alphaville,
Pierre Henry,
Main Source,
Lindisfarne,
The Moody Blues,
Y Pants,
New Age Steppers,
Little Man,
Marcia Griffiths,
8 Eyed Spy,
Masters at Work,
Scott Walker,
Jawbox,
Skaos,
The Raincoats,
The Gories,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doors,
Nirvana,
A Certain Ratio,
Josef K,
Dawn Penn,
Boredoms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.