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 Belarus and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Black Flag 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Minor Threat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Electric Prunes,
Funkadelic,
Carl Craig,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultravox,
Arthur Verocai,
The Zeros,
Black Flag,
Bill Near,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pantytec,
Wings,
Magma,
Banda Bassotti,
Scan 7,
Minutemen,
Minnie Riperton,
John Coltrane,
Lyres,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacques Brel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tres Demented,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cymande,
Mo-Dettes,
Young Marble Giants,
L. Decosne,
Roxette,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Almond,
Davy DMX,
Cameo,
Michelle Simonal,
Dark Day,
Motorama,
The Mojo Men,
Barclay James Harvest,
Excepter,
Aswad,
Agitation Free,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Barracudas,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Eating Sloth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Monochrome Set,
Ronnie Foster,
La Düsseldorf,
Monks,
H. Thieme,
Girls At Our Best!,
David Axelrod,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.