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 Panama and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Harpers Bizarre to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Kas Product,
Trumans Water,
X-101,
Lyres,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare,
Audionom,
Johnny Clarke,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nico,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Raincoats,
Bluetip,
Das Ding,
PIL,
Monks,
Subhumans,
Pagans,
Skarface,
Unwound,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Funky Four + One,
Eric Copeland,
Sight & Sound,
Iggy Pop,
the Swans,
Arab on Radar,
Yellowson,
Tears for Fears,
The Moleskins,
Rapeman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Bourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Fraelich,
Althea and Donna,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mojo Men,
Rites of Spring,
June Days,
The Beau Brummels,
The Standells,
Slave,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
These Immortal Souls,
The Skatalites,
Suburban Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
cv313,
Simply Red,
Ten City,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brothers Johnson,
The Residents,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.