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 Netherlands and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sexual Harrassment to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
The Tremeloes,
Grauzone,
F. McDonald,
Ice-T,
Kaleidoscope,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Monolake,
DNA,
Technova,
Prince Buster,
Pulsallama,
MC5,
The Moleskins,
James White and The Blacks,
The Selecter,
Clear Light,
Letta Mbulu,
Byron Stingily,
The Monochrome Set,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gap Band,
Kas Product,
The Durutti Column,
Minor Threat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fortunes,
kango's stein massive,
Silicon Teens,
Joy Division,
Black Moon,
Bang On A Can,
Idris Muhammad,
Carl Craig,
Hot Snakes,
The Count Five,
Tubeway Army,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Sherman,
Sister Nancy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Negative Approach,
Pet Shop Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
The Grass Roots,
T.S.O.L.,
Connie Case,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Malaria!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fugs,
Essential Logic,
Q and Not U,
EPMD,
Kevin Saunderson,
David McCallum,
Loose Ends,
In Retrospect,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.