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 Brunei and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fugs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Terry Callier,
The Vogues,
Alphaville,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
a-ha,
X-101,
Severed Heads,
Scott Walker,
Negative Approach,
Loose Ends,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers,
Second Layer,
Gang of Four,
The Residents,
Maleditus Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Ronnie Foster,
Panda Bear,
The Fugs,
Pere Ubu,
The Monks,
JFA,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Starr,
Marc Almond,
Model 500,
Tears for Fears,
Sixth Finger,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Prince Buster,
Vladislav Delay,
Cymande,
Television,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Excepter,
Reagan Youth,
Shoche,
Stiv Bators,
The Happenings,
AZ,
Don Cherry,
Gong,
The Evens,
Lebanon Hanover,
Warren Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minor Threat,
Groovy Waters,
EPMD,
The Fuzztones,
The Mummies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marmalade,
Amazonics,
Delta 5,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.