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 Cuba and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Junior Murvin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cal Tjader,
Clear Light,
The Misunderstood,
Hardrive,
Das Ding,
UT,
Rapeman,
Carl Craig,
Lightning Bolt,
Blossom Toes,
The Invisible,
Janne Schatter,
Main Source,
Lower 48,
Suburban Knight,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fela Kuti,
Barclay James Harvest,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sex Pistols,
Lungfish,
The Dirtbombs,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monks,
The Angels of Light,
Bronski Beat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ponytail,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Style,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
Lakeside,
Camberwell Now,
Sun City Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed,
John Holt,
X-101,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Echospace,
the Slits,
Ossler,
Sparks,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flipper,
Dave Gahan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Loose Ends,
Pylon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rites of Spring,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
OOIOO,
June Days,
Mars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.