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 Peru and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Niagra to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun City Girls,
The Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
X-Ray Spex,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Names,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mo-Dettes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nas,
Sex Pistols,
Symarip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gun Club,
David Bowie,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amazonics,
John Coltrane,
Lyres,
Simply Red,
Model 500,
Liliput,
The Neon Judgement,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dead C,
Maleditus Sound,
Ice-T,
MC5,
Patti Smith,
Cameo,
Quadrant,
The Blackbyrds,
MDC,
kango's stein massive,
Pantytec,
Porter Ricks,
Nirvana,
Bob Dylan,
The Gladiators,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxy Music,
Leonard Cohen,
Adolescents,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hashim,
Slave,
Brick,
Radiohead,
Kas Product,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
The Smiths,
Fluxion,
Blancmange,
Section 25,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Young Rascals,
Ludus,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.