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 Cuba and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Procol Harum to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Derrick May,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mummies,
The Doors,
Blossom Toes,
New York Dolls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
MC5,
Duran Duran,
Monks,
Colin Newman,
Barbara Tucker,
Trumans Water,
Gong,
Jerry's Kids,
Brick,
Alton Ellis,
Qualms,
Ornette Coleman,
The Angels of Light,
Clear Light,
World's Most,
Section 25,
Toni Rubio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker,
Glambeats Corp.,
Das Ding,
The New Christs,
The Count Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Visage,
Minor Threat,
Sonic Youth,
The Barracudas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Flag,
Davy DMX,
John Foxx,
Stereo Dub,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Parry Music,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lucky Dragons,
Intrusion,
Patti Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Sneak,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Durutti Column,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.