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 Maldives and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Delta 5 to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
The Invisible,
Bobby Womack,
Black Sheep,
the Normal,
Wally Richardson,
Dawn Penn,
Roxy Music,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Country Teasers,
The Evens,
Brass Construction,
Panda Bear,
Groovy Waters,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Finger,
Fad Gadget,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare,
Ultra Naté,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Busters,
Cluster,
The Five Americans,
Circle Jerks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flipper,
Nation of Ulysses,
Funkadelic,
Ronan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
MDC,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gladiators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Juan Atkins,
Suicide,
Mars,
The Seeds,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sound,
Oneida,
Scientists,
Morten Harket,
The Fuzztones,
Dark Day,
The Golliwogs,
Skriet,
Niagra,
Average White Band,
Bauhaus,
Blossom Toes,
Rekid,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fugs,
The Blackbyrds,
Second Layer,
Albert Ayler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Halsall,
Neu!,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.