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 Kiribati and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grauzone to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun City Girls,
Cybotron,
Scott Walker,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crooked Eye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Japan,
Motorama,
Ituana,
Scientists,
La Düsseldorf,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barbara Tucker,
Kevin Saunderson,
Make Up,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alice Coltrane,
Girls At Our Best!,
One Last Wish,
X-Ray Spex,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Order,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lalann,
Jeff Lynne,
Faraquet,
Byron Stingily,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Severed Heads,
Godley & Creme,
Nico,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cameo,
The Mummies,
Crash Course in Science,
The Stooges,
Sister Nancy,
Connie Case,
Siglo XX,
Lightning Bolt,
The Invisible,
The Blues Magoos,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra,
Gabor Szabo,
The Martian,
DJ Sneak,
Blossom Toes,
Hasil Adkins,
EPMD,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Average White Band,
cv313,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.