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 Seychelles and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Rhythm & Sound to the grunge 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
The Litter,
Funky Four + One,
New Order,
Motorama,
Joe Finger,
The Slackers,
Albert Ayler,
Judy Mowatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fugazi,
Drive Like Jehu,
Panda Bear,
Michelle Simonal,
Franke,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gladiators,
cv313,
Lightning Bolt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Happenings,
Model 500,
Procol Harum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
L. Decosne,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultravox,
Harry Pussy,
Sonic Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fear,
Au Pairs,
The Names,
Tim Buckley,
John Holt,
Donny Hathaway,
Barbara Tucker,
Ossler,
Radiohead,
Crime,
Marshall Jefferson,
Donald Byrd,
The Monochrome Set,
F. McDonald,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sparks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joey Negro,
Excepter,
Danielle Patucci,
The Angels of Light,
Lungfish,
Davy DMX,
Eli Mardock,
Ornette Coleman,
Anakelly,
Joy Division,
The Zeros,
Bronski Beat,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.