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 Kiribati and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Patti Smith to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Lou Christie,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
MDC,
The Tremeloes,
Black Moon,
The Evens,
Roxette,
Brick,
Can,
The Smiths,
Alton Ellis,
Deakin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Buckinghams,
Brass Construction,
Angry Samoans,
Thompson Twins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ken Boothe,
Rekid,
Ronan,
Desert Stars,
Skarface,
Funkadelic,
Vainqueur,
D'Angelo,
Kas Product,
Boogie Down Productions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Livin' Joy,
Adolescents,
Minnie Riperton,
David McCallum,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Mills,
The Wake,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moebius,
Cheater Slicks,
The Barracudas,
The Remains,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cure,
Hot Snakes,
Gang of Four,
Das Ding,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dark Day,
Minny Pops,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Godley & Creme,
The Velvet Underground,
Lungfish,
The Young Rascals,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dirtbombs,
Accadde A,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.