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 Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Pylon to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Nick Fraelich,
10cc,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pretty Things,
The Martian,
Todd Rundgren,
Supertramp,
Barry Ungar,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultravox,
Isaac Hayes,
Max Romeo,
Ice-T,
Babytalk,
Howard Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
Public Image Ltd.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Animal Collective,
Desert Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
Goldenarms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pantytec,
Inner City,
Bobby Byrd,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
L. Decosne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeff Mills,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cramps,
Funkadelic,
Q and Not U,
Michelle Simonal,
The Monochrome Set,
David McCallum,
Y Pants,
Scrapy,
The Zeros,
Crash Course in Science,
Model 500,
Eyeless In Gaza,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ken Boothe,
Morten Harket,
Bang On A Can,
Quando Quango,
Malaria!,
Sight & Sound,
Brass Construction,
The Selecter,
Stiv Bators,
Suicide,
Faust,
Deepchord,
Schoolly D,
Warsaw,
Dual Sessions,
Symarip,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.