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 Singapore and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 the Bar-Kays to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Glenn Branca,
Gabor Szabo,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monochrome Set,
Maleditus Sound,
The Slits,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Q65,
The Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Country Teasers,
Roxette,
Urselle,
10cc,
Clear Light,
The Modern Lovers,
Audionom,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ponytail,
Ronnie Foster,
Ossler,
Underground Resistance,
Trumans Water,
The Last Poets,
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Finger,
Pagans,
48th St. Collective,
Rod Modell,
Connie Case,
Vainqueur,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Age Steppers,
The Count Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Five Americans,
Harmonia,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Reagan Youth,
The Moleskins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Hood,
The Misunderstood,
Excepter,
The Mojo Men,
Sun City Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rapeman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gichy Dan,
Josef K,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Remains,
Pierre Henry,
X-102,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bronski Beat,
Cameo,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.