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 Senegal and from London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Porter Ricks to the techno 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wings,
Barbara Tucker,
The Invisible,
Suburban Knight,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerri Chandler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Toni Rubio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Axelrod,
Black Sheep,
Model 500,
Black Moon,
Oneida,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Near,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DNA,
Roxette,
Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
Excepter,
ABC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MDC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Divine Comedy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sly & The Family Stone,
JFA,
T.S.O.L.,
The Grass Roots,
Trumans Water,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flash Fearless,
Bob Dylan,
Can,
Eli Mardock,
Morten Harket,
Lucky Dragons,
The Evens,
Pere Ubu,
Tears for Fears,
Josef K,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Parrish,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arab on Radar,
Anakelly,
The Offenders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sex Pistols,
Bauhaus,
The Golliwogs,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.