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 Gambia and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Tommy Roe to the dance 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Simply Red,
The Toasters,
The Star Department,
Ohio Players,
One Last Wish,
The Grass Roots,
The Happenings,
Ultravox,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Names,
Con Funk Shun,
Bob Dylan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Junior Murvin,
Hasil Adkins,
Saccharine Trust,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Maurizio,
The Velvet Underground,
Infiniti,
Spoonie Gee,
Michelle Simonal,
Mission of Burma,
The American Breed,
Hoover,
Zapp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter and Kerry,
Scratch Acid,
Kayak,
Al Stewart,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dark Day,
The Cramps,
David Bowie,
Minny Pops,
Reagan Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
H. Thieme,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Rundgren,
Darondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delta 5,
The Skatalites,
Kurtis Blow,
Visage,
T. Rex,
Tubeway Army,
Slave,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Black Dice,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sandy B,
Sugar Minott,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.