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 Korea South and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Masters at Work to the jazz 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Monolake,
Boz Scaggs,
Model 500,
The Red Krayola,
The Last Poets,
Unrelated Segments,
Flipper,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Circle Jerks,
Shoche,
The Gun Club,
The Angels of Light,
Brand Nubian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Hill,
The Monks,
June Days,
Skarface,
The Residents,
The Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Chris Corsano,
Cymande,
Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
Quando Quango,
New Order,
John Lydon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vladislav Delay,
Minny Pops,
The Techniques,
Jandek,
Zero Boys,
The Remains,
Laurel Aitken,
Sandy B,
Brass Construction,
Con Funk Shun,
Procol Harum,
Bad Manners,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minnie Riperton,
The American Breed,
Neil Young,
Skaos,
Eve St. Jones,
Lakeside,
Metal Thangz,
Boredoms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Y Pants,
Clear Light,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Hood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bush Tetras,
Roxy Music,
Rekid,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.