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 Turkey and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the 808 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 Niagra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
The Litter,
Pole,
Swell Maps,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barry Ungar,
Nick Fraelich,
Vainqueur,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lightning Bolt,
Bronski Beat,
Anthony Braxton,
Cameo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Whodini,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Juan Atkins,
Royal Trux,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hardrive,
Neu!,
June of 44,
Danielle Patucci,
The Standells,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Monolake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Connie Case,
Rapeman,
Leonard Cohen,
Alphaville,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Dolphy,
JFA,
Skarface,
Bob Dylan,
Duran Duran,
Archie Shepp,
Subhumans,
the Human League,
Suicide,
The Star Department,
Surgeon,
Half Japanese,
Cecil Taylor,
Barrington Levy,
The Sonics,
Infiniti,
The Buckinghams,
Man Eating Sloth,
These Immortal Souls,
Technova,
Thompson Twins,
Mantronix,
Glenn Branca,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.