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 Antigua and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Young Rascals to the crunk 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
New Order,
the Bar-Kays,
Connie Case,
Ice-T,
The Toasters,
Archie Shepp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Television Personalities,
The Count Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Birthday Party,
The Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fuzztones,
Schoolly D,
48th St. Collective,
Zapp,
Kaleidoscope,
Mark Hollis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visage,
Black Pus,
Black Sheep,
Silicon Teens,
Rakim,
The Residents,
Idris Muhammad,
Vladislav Delay,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skaos,
Groovy Waters,
Underground Resistance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slave,
Television,
CMW,
Mo-Dettes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric Dolphy,
Howard Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joyce Sims,
Funkadelic,
Neil Young,
Radiopuhelimet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fela Kuti,
Pole,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Barracudas,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Index,
Ultravox,
The Fire Engines,
Fugazi,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Lynne,
The Standells,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.