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 Finland and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the punk 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Skriet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pet Shop Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grey Daturas,
Gong,
Aloha Tigers,
Rakim,
The New Christs,
Cymande,
James White and The Blacks,
Freddie Wadling,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marvin Gaye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reagan Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
R.M.O.,
Main Source,
CMW,
John Cale,
John Coltrane,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Green,
Prince Buster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Image Ltd.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Young Rascals,
Jacques Brel,
Todd Terry,
Silicon Teens,
Spandau Ballet,
Wally Richardson,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monochrome Set,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Human League,
Mission of Burma,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Icehouse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pylon,
Depeche Mode,
Ultravox,
Von Mondo,
Los Fastidios,
Patti Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ten City,
Das Ding,
Aaron Thompson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.