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 Liberia and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Moebius to the dance 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
The Seeds,
Pagans,
The American Breed,
Gang Green,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Wells,
Pet Shop Boys,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
F. McDonald,
Organ,
Skaos,
EPMD,
The Modern Lovers,
48th St. Collective,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Technova,
Q and Not U,
Prince Buster,
Eurythmics,
The Pop Group,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Osbourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Harry Pussy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kayak,
Cameo,
The Gories,
Vladislav Delay,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wasted Youth,
The Star Department,
Groovy Waters,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott Heron,
10cc,
L. Decosne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blossom Toes,
Joey Negro,
Silicon Teens,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crime,
Donny Hathaway,
John Lydon,
The Stooges,
the Slits,
Slick Rick,
Whodini,
Robert Wyatt,
Deakin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Duran Duran,
Thompson Twins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.