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 Belize and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 Jandek to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
EPMD,
the Human League,
The Grass Roots,
The Fugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minny Pops,
Public Enemy,
Sight & Sound,
The Associates,
T.S.O.L.,
Althea and Donna,
Underground Resistance,
The New Christs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Delta 5,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Slick Rick,
Deepchord,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mojo Men,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Toni Rubio,
Bang On A Can,
Barclay James Harvest,
Graham Central Station,
Sister Nancy,
John Coltrane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slave,
Derrick May,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moby Grape,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yellowson,
FM Einheit,
Byron Stingily,
Alice Coltrane,
Eve St. Jones,
The Busters,
Yusef Lateef,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lyres,
Mission of Burma,
Amazonics,
Gang of Four,
Eurythmics,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick Morgan,
Junior Murvin,
DJ Style,
The Fire Engines,
Tears for Fears,
Roxy Music,
Funkadelic,
John Lydon,
R.M.O.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry's Kids,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.