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 Antigua and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Michelle Simonal to the rock 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
The Mojo Men,
The Young Rascals,
Aaron Thompson,
Swell Maps,
Glenn Branca,
The Slits,
The Fortunes,
James White and The Blacks,
PIL,
the Germs,
Slick Rick,
DJ Style,
Echospace,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Livin' Joy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Intrusion,
Erasure,
Electric Prunes,
Fat Boys,
Shoche,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
China Crisis,
John Holt,
Freddie Wadling,
Audionom,
The Gun Club,
Bang On A Can,
Animal Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
In Retrospect,
Mad Mike,
Scratch Acid,
Negative Approach,
T.S.O.L.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispian St. Peters,
Camberwell Now,
DNA,
Marc Almond,
Television,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
Brothers Johnson,
Gong,
Joyce Sims,
Terry Callier,
The Happenings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ludus,
Infiniti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Mills,
Hardrive,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.