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 Mongolia 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the rap 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Quadrant,
Fatback Band,
Warsaw,
Rakim,
Kaleidoscope,
Mad Mike,
Toni Rubio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Zeros,
John Holt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Eating Sloth,
In Retrospect,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ronnie Foster,
Bad Manners,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Pop Group,
This Heat,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cecil Taylor,
Funkadelic,
Fat Boys,
Skarface,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faraquet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jacques Brel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minor Threat,
Robert Wyatt,
Mission of Burma,
The Monochrome Set,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Altered Images,
The Trojans,
Suicide,
Matthew Bourne,
Josef K,
Underground Resistance,
Japan,
Pagans,
The Star Department,
cv313,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Country Teasers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Talk Talk,
Swell Maps,
Icehouse,
Rotary Connection,
the Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Starr,
Sam Rivers,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.