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 Malaysia and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Trumans Water to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Whodini,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Half Japanese,
Tres Demented,
Scion,
Terry Callier,
Neil Young,
Judy Mowatt,
Sparks,
Schoolly D,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Five Americans,
Cecil Taylor,
Main Source,
The Doors,
Gang Starr,
The New Christs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Saints,
Fugazi,
Patti Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
Tubeway Army,
Ohio Players,
Rod Modell,
Supertramp,
June Days,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Maurizio,
John Cale,
Shuggie Otis,
Ice-T,
Ken Boothe,
Scientists,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Sherman,
John Holt,
Model 500,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Moody Blues,
Essential Logic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Music Machine,
Brass Construction,
Warren Ellis,
Zero Boys,
The American Breed,
H. Thieme,
Absolute Body Control,
Moss Icon,
Reuben Wilson,
Parry Music,
The Trojans,
Nirvana,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dave Gahan,
Dennis Brown,
Negative Approach,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.