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 Gabon and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Flamin' Groovies to the disco 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Blancmange,
The Cramps,
The Kinks,
Bobby Womack,
the Bar-Kays,
Arthur Verocai,
Sugar Minott,
Pantytec,
Tom Boy,
The Fugs,
Morten Harket,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
Kenny Larkin,
Josef K,
Spandau Ballet,
Mark Hollis,
Half Japanese,
Vainqueur,
Henry Cow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skaos,
The Associates,
Joy Division,
Infiniti,
Pylon,
Crooked Eye,
The Fuzztones,
Ice-T,
Nation of Ulysses,
Au Pairs,
David Axelrod,
The Modern Lovers,
MC5,
Rites of Spring,
Rosa Yemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Angels of Light,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed,
Barry Ungar,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fortunes,
the Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Bill Near,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül II,
Blossom Toes,
Scott Walker,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smoke,
Danielle Patucci,
Funkadelic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.