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 Zambia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 The Standells to the grunge 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Shadows of Knight,
PIL,
Motorama,
Cheater Slicks,
Boz Scaggs,
David Bowie,
CMW,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hoover,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Electric Prunes,
June Days,
Talk Talk,
Marine Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Intrusion,
Judy Mowatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
ABC,
Television,
The Modern Lovers,
Tres Demented,
Newcleus,
Shoche,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Quando Quango,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rekid,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Goldenarms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Vogues,
Iggy Pop,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Maleditus Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Theoretical Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joe Smooth,
Roxette,
The Index,
Marmalade,
Section 25,
The Five Americans,
Eve St. Jones,
X-101,
The Cramps,
Peter & Gordon,
The Monochrome Set,
Rotary Connection,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Toasters,
Depeche Mode,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.