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 Accra.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Marine Girls to the techno 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Sam Rivers,
the Sonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Easy Going,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bizarre Inc.,
Motorama,
The Cowsills,
Masters at Work,
Skarface,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Public Enemy,
Kaleidoscope,
Sandy B,
Jandek,
Barbara Tucker,
Grey Daturas,
Davy DMX,
Eden Ahbez,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Divine Comedy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Lydon,
Graham Central Station,
Boz Scaggs,
Alton Ellis,
Lightning Bolt,
Sister Nancy,
Marmalade,
Idris Muhammad,
The Standells,
Eli Mardock,
Pierre Henry,
Marvin Gaye,
Scratch Acid,
Cymande,
The Happenings,
Negative Approach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy Collins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Can,
Robert Wyatt,
Zapp,
The Associates,
Todd Rundgren,
the Swans,
Lalann,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Henry Cow,
John Cale,
The Busters,
Outsiders,
Altered Images,
James White and The Blacks,
Cheater Slicks,
Cluster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Inner City,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.