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 Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Sister Nancy to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New York Dolls,
Bill Near,
LL Cool J,
Donald Byrd,
The Barracudas,
The Trojans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joyce Sims,
Essential Logic,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gun Club,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
The Flesh Eaters,
R.M.O.,
the Slits,
Ossler,
The Fugs,
Monks,
Altered Images,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ohio Players,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
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The Litter,
Gang of Four,
The Misunderstood,
Y Pants,
Fear,
Au Pairs,
Vainqueur,
Prince Buster,
Jawbox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glenn Branca,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fela Kuti,
Ronan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skaos,
Susan Cadogan,
Camouflage,
Goldenarms,
The Leaves,
Surgeon,
Kenny Larkin,
Sparks,
Eli Mardock,
Country Teasers,
The Techniques,
Mandrill,
John Lydon,
Silicon Teens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.