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 Cuba and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Nick Fraelich to the grunge 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brick,
Index,
The Leaves,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pylon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Reagan Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Audionom,
DNA,
Freddie Wadling,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Symarip,
Soft Cell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Inner City,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rekid,
Juan Atkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
KRS-One,
H. Thieme,
Black Flag,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
A Certain Ratio,
Andrew Hill,
U.S. Maple,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Selecter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
This Heat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lightning Bolt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Bourne,
Thee Headcoats,
Pole,
Icehouse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alison Limerick,
Crooked Eye,
New Age Steppers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun Ra,
Buzzcocks,
Tim Buckley,
Goldenarms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeff Mills,
The Skatalites,
Marmalade,
Crash Course in Science,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.