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 Estonia and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 UT to the electroclash 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Los Fastidios,
Reagan Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Mills,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Interpol,
Urselle,
Ultra Naté,
The Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tommy Roe,
Sight & Sound,
Bad Manners,
Moss Icon,
Robert Görl,
The Fortunes,
Slick Rick,
Joe Smooth,
Country Teasers,
Sixth Finger,
Mission of Burma,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jawbox,
Aural Exciters,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Slits,
Ludus,
Todd Rundgren,
Con Funk Shun,
David Bowie,
David Axelrod,
Bauhaus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Sherman,
The Searchers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Music Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang of Four,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
The New Christs,
Deadbeat,
Japan,
Main Source,
Susan Cadogan,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Flag,
Ronnie Foster,
The Standells,
Lou Christie,
Pylon,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.