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 Suriname 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Flamin' Groovies to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Bob Dylan,
Drexciya,
The Count Five,
The Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The New Christs,
Pylon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Fat Boys,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Liliput,
Bronski Beat,
Buzzcocks,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nik Kershaw,
Rekid,
Thompson Twins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Byrd,
Young Marble Giants,
Reagan Youth,
Bill Wells,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Groovy Waters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
These Immortal Souls,
Franke,
Harry Pussy,
The Durutti Column,
Ralphi Rosario,
Curtis Mayfield,
Michelle Simonal,
Duran Duran,
Slick Rick,
Qualms,
Pagans,
Loose Ends,
Lightning Bolt,
Niagra,
Television,
Rufus Thomas,
Mission of Burma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sam Rivers,
E-Dancer,
Flipper,
Nirvana,
New Order,
Japan,
Maurizio,
Todd Terry,
OOIOO,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.