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 Japan and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the punk 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fear,
Bobby Womack,
Alice Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Erasure,
Cheater Slicks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Graham Central Station,
Morten Harket,
Hasil Adkins,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Five Americans,
The Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
Livin' Joy,
The Slackers,
The Kinks,
Little Man,
The Cowsills,
Fluxion,
Ice-T,
Quantec,
Alison Limerick,
Soft Cell,
Rod Modell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harry Pussy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wings,
Archie Shepp,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cure,
Wire,
The Black Dice,
Byron Stingily,
Flash Fearless,
Lalann,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Gang Dance,
June Days,
Pet Shop Boys,
Clear Light,
Technova,
The Invisible,
cv313,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scott Walker,
Dave Gahan,
The Leaves,
Stetsasonic,
In Retrospect,
Bauhaus,
The Angels of Light,
Rites of Spring,
Circle Jerks,
Prince Buster,
Chris & Cosey,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.