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 Kuwait and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the electroclash 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stereo Dub,
Brick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Human League,
Darondo,
Eli Mardock,
The Electric Prunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Toni Rubio,
Rod Modell,
Sound Behaviour,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crooked Eye,
Simply Red,
D'Angelo,
Alton Ellis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scott Walker,
Nik Kershaw,
Kurtis Blow,
Rekid,
Sight & Sound,
Goldenarms,
The Gladiators,
The Gun Club,
Heaven 17,
The Beau Brummels,
Marcia Griffiths,
Negative Approach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skaos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Trumans Water,
The Walker Brothers,
Camouflage,
Rosa Yemen,
Accadde A,
The Smiths,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yaz,
OOIOO,
The Modern Lovers,
Hardrive,
Banda Bassotti,
Ice-T,
Youth Brigade,
Quantec,
The Blues Magoos,
Gichy Dan,
The Skatalites,
The Golliwogs,
Make Up,
The Music Machine,
MC5,
The Doobie Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.