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 Bulgaria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Model 500 to the rock 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Eric Copeland,
Clear Light,
Judy Mowatt,
Fugazi,
Dead Boys,
Joy Division,
The Fire Engines,
Pantaleimon,
the Normal,
Michelle Simonal,
John Holt,
Soft Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Magazine,
Agitation Free,
Outsiders,
Jeff Mills,
Arab on Radar,
Angry Samoans,
Slave,
Robert Hood,
The Real Kids,
Todd Terry,
Chris Corsano,
Crooked Eye,
Wire,
Graham Central Station,
Flash Fearless,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Lynne,
Spoonie Gee,
The Zeros,
Sonic Youth,
Jawbox,
The Young Rascals,
Chris & Cosey,
Suicide,
Boz Scaggs,
June of 44,
Zero Boys,
Trumans Water,
Fat Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ituana,
Donald Byrd,
OOIOO,
Moebius,
Loose Ends,
Black Pus,
Mo-Dettes,
Roger Hodgson,
Tommy Roe,
Davy DMX,
Sight & Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
FM Einheit,
Don Cherry,
Amazonics,
The Toasters,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.