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 Angola and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 David McCallum to the crunk 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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Severed Heads,
The Five Americans,
The Associates,
Excepter,
Lindisfarne,
Oneida,
John Foxx,
Ken Boothe,
Interpol,
The Neon Judgement,
Mad Mike,
The Tremeloes,
H. Thieme,
Au Pairs,
Pere Ubu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stiv Bators,
Spoonie Gee,
Chris & Cosey,
Don Cherry,
Bad Manners,
the Sonics,
Oblivians,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soul II Soul,
Franke,
Sister Nancy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantytec,
Hasil Adkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dark Day,
Barry Ungar,
The Stooges,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Angels of Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scratch Acid,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vainqueur,
Magazine,
Technova,
Lalo Schifrin,
Banda Bassotti,
Schoolly D,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moody Blues,
The Fuzztones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry's Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
The Last Poets,
AZ,
Bob Dylan,
Peter and Kerry,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.