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 Cameroon and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Alton Ellis to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Franke,
Josef K,
Andrew Hill,
The Cramps,
Ice-T,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Drive Like Jehu,
These Immortal Souls,
Talk Talk,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-102,
Yusef Lateef,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
Flash Fearless,
The Slackers,
Underground Resistance,
Schoolly D,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eden Ahbez,
Neil Young,
Charles Mingus,
Stereo Dub,
Aswad,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Easy Going,
Arcadia,
Ronnie Foster,
Alphaville,
The Fall,
Toni Rubio,
La Düsseldorf,
T.S.O.L.,
Al Stewart,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blancmange,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Mills,
The Offenders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eurythmics,
Heaven 17,
Fugazi,
The Wake,
Hot Snakes,
Subhumans,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang On A Can,
Audionom,
Rhythm & Sound,
Motorama,
AZ,
H. Thieme,
Young Marble Giants,
the Normal,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.