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 Honduras and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 Smiths to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Aural Exciters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Moon,
Don Cherry,
In Retrospect,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Standells,
Pantaleimon,
Public Enemy,
Camouflage,
The Blackbyrds,
Sound Behaviour,
Ponytail,
Thee Headcoats,
Negative Approach,
Icehouse,
Swans,
Von Mondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stereo Dub,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Christie,
Rakim,
Franke,
Bush Tetras,
Crooked Eye,
Bob Dylan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Organ,
Bobby Womack,
The Gories,
The Remains,
Rapeman,
Popol Vuh,
The Smiths,
Moebius,
Godley & Creme,
ABC,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
China Crisis,
New York Dolls,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Electric Prunes,
Easy Going,
Kaleidoscope,
DNA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suburban Knight,
Pylon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Barracudas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Absolute Body Control,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.