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 Grenada and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sixth Finger,
The Fortunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Red Krayola,
Erykah Badu,
Eddi Front,
The Offenders,
Carl Craig,
Ten City,
Bush Tetras,
Eve St. Jones,
Nirvana,
Zero Boys,
Fugazi,
Prince Buster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grauzone,
Icehouse,
The Cowsills,
the Germs,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wasted Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Easy Going,
Symarip,
Piero Umiliani,
Ludus,
Deadbeat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Iggy Pop,
Niagra,
Porter Ricks,
Michelle Simonal,
John Holt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Axelrod,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Magazine,
Jerry's Kids,
The Last Poets,
Leonard Cohen,
Bob Dylan,
Monolake,
Second Layer,
the Association,
Davy DMX,
Absolute Body Control,
John Lydon,
The Slits,
Warsaw,
Josef K,
Radio Birdman,
Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.