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 Micronesia and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Reuben Wilson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Golliwogs,
Little Man,
Sister Nancy,
the Slits,
Aaron Thompson,
Second Layer,
Dark Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rosa Yemen,
Liliput,
Scientists,
Aswad,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Sheep,
In Retrospect,
China Crisis,
Mark Hollis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Average White Band,
Sparks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonic Youth,
Mandrill,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Suicide,
Dawn Penn,
Dave Gahan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Colin Newman,
Interpol,
Neu!,
Godley & Creme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Isaac Hayes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thee Headcoats,
Alton Ellis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Organ,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Trojans,
cv313,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lucky Dragons,
The Black Dice,
The Gories,
X-101,
Sonny Sharrock,
Monks,
D'Angelo,
Arab on Radar,
Bluetip,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Spandau Ballet,
Moss Icon,
Desert Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.