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 Delhi.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Happenings to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Cybotron,
Gang Starr,
The Red Krayola,
X-Ray Spex,
The Associates,
PIL,
Unwound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Harmonia,
Stereo Dub,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
H. Thieme,
Swans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rufus Thomas,
Silicon Teens,
Spandau Ballet,
The Stooges,
K-Klass,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nirvana,
Radio Birdman,
Idris Muhammad,
Average White Band,
Rod Modell,
Banda Bassotti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Audionom,
Sexual Harrassment,
Little Man,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
L. Decosne,
Judy Mowatt,
Leonard Cohen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gabor Szabo,
Surgeon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Electric Prunes,
Morten Harket,
Duran Duran,
Sound Behaviour,
Goldenarms,
The Buckinghams,
Buzzcocks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Franke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Swell Maps,
Grauzone,
Pierre Henry,
Moss Icon,
These Immortal Souls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jawbox,
The Searchers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.