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 Andorra and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Dorothy Ashby to the electroclash 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Mission of Burma,
The Five Americans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lalann,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Skatalites,
Aaron Thompson,
Procol Harum,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultravox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
The Associates,
Eurythmics,
Altered Images,
Shoche,
FM Einheit,
The Offenders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ralphi Rosario,
MDC,
Brick,
Kayak,
The Mummies,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skarface,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fire Engines,
This Heat,
Scott Walker,
The Gap Band,
Organ,
Cheater Slicks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fall,
Judy Mowatt,
Main Source,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Glenn Branca,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Barracudas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swell Maps,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barry Ungar,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tommy Roe,
Tom Boy,
Hashim,
The Happenings,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.