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 Austria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Radiopuhelimet to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
K-Klass,
The Fugs,
Hashim,
Buzzcocks,
Wasted Youth,
Pussy Galore,
ABC,
Scratch Acid,
Boz Scaggs,
Animal Collective,
Von Mondo,
Sonic Youth,
David Axelrod,
Yusef Lateef,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Icehouse,
Mr. Review,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moleskins,
Pharoah Sanders,
DNA,
Skriet,
Skarface,
Joe Smooth,
The Velvet Underground,
Kerri Chandler,
Flamin' Groovies,
June of 44,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Andrew Hill,
Heaven 17,
The Music Machine,
The Offenders,
The Blackbyrds,
Los Fastidios,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed,
Stiv Bators,
Warsaw,
Harmonia,
Jeff Mills,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Grass Roots,
Aswad,
Spoonie Gee,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Five Americans,
The Gun Club,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.