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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sonic Youth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sight & Sound,
KRS-One,
R.M.O.,
Underground Resistance,
The Martian,
Negative Approach,
Sixth Finger,
Junior Murvin,
Ten City,
JFA,
Television Personalities,
Aloha Tigers,
Henry Cow,
Eve St. Jones,
The Music Machine,
Roxy Music,
Interpol,
Ultimate Spinach,
Agitation Free,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Trojans,
EPMD,
Siglo XX,
Pulsallama,
Index,
Parry Music,
Monks,
The Doors,
Soft Machine,
Accadde A,
Alphaville,
Joy Division,
Yazoo,
Outsiders,
DNA,
Black Pus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Black Dice,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marmalade,
The Evens,
The Motions,
Mission of Burma,
Loose Ends,
Sun City Girls,
The Gladiators,
Al Stewart,
Arab on Radar,
Black Moon,
The Standells,
Y Pants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Idris Muhammad,
The Moleskins,
Janne Schatter,
LL Cool J,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.