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 Iran and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Can to the grime 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
The Fugs,
The Gun Club,
Dave Gahan,
Bad Manners,
Jacob Miller,
Chris & Cosey,
Sister Nancy,
Kayak,
Royal Trux,
Unrelated Segments,
the Sonics,
The Fortunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Wake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The New Christs,
Leonard Cohen,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerri Chandler,
Blake Baxter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tubeway Army,
Black Flag,
The Stooges,
Yazoo,
Max Romeo,
Juan Atkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skaos,
China Crisis,
Peter & Gordon,
Das Ding,
June of 44,
Rotary Connection,
Dual Sessions,
Ultravox,
These Immortal Souls,
Hasil Adkins,
Babytalk,
Bauhaus,
Wasted Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Victims,
Bill Wells,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Sneak,
Drexciya,
The Blackbyrds,
Easy Going,
Delta 5,
Arthur Verocai,
Niagra,
The Gladiators,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Livin' Joy,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.