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 Luxembourg and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joensuu 1685 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Maleditus Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Selecter,
Tommy Roe,
Maurizio,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Five Americans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Moon,
New Order,
Joensuu 1685,
Talk Talk,
Donald Byrd,
Trumans Water,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Evens,
Loose Ends,
The Red Krayola,
Hoover,
Zapp,
Ultra Naté,
The Cramps,
Gong,
Bang On A Can,
The Fuzztones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalann,
Half Japanese,
The American Breed,
The Slackers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Y Pants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fall,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Connie Case,
Charles Mingus,
cv313,
Kas Product,
Mo-Dettes,
Prince Buster,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Hood,
Model 500,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Johnny Osbourne,
FM Einheit,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott Heron,
OOIOO,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.