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 Kosovo and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Minutemen,
Crash Course in Science,
Crime,
Reagan Youth,
Index,
Gichy Dan,
Bluetip,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sugar Minott,
T. Rex,
Boz Scaggs,
Nico,
Lindisfarne,
Basic Channel,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hot Snakes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skriet,
Jeru the Damaja,
New Age Steppers,
Fugazi,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Procol Harum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cheater Slicks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moby Grape,
June Days,
Alphaville,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pagans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Morten Harket,
The Dirtbombs,
Second Layer,
U.S. Maple,
Shoche,
a-ha,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oneida,
Aaron Thompson,
Rapeman,
The Modern Lovers,
Blossom Toes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wings,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mr. Review,
Don Cherry,
Soul II Soul,
Black Bananas,
OOIOO,
DJ Sneak,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.