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 Liechtenstein and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Public Image Ltd. to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
John Foxx,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
LL Cool J,
Unwound,
The Searchers,
DJ Style,
Outsiders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Malaria!,
Television Personalities,
Pylon,
Brothers Johnson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marc Almond,
The Dirtbombs,
Danielle Patucci,
H. Thieme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Circle Jerks,
Lucky Dragons,
Flamin' Groovies,
Henry Cow,
Lindisfarne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dark Day,
Darondo,
Von Mondo,
The United States of America,
Radio Birdman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Electric Prunes,
the Sonics,
Panda Bear,
The Golliwogs,
Sparks,
Symarip,
The Star Department,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grauzone,
X-101,
Bronski Beat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Monochrome Set,
The Stooges,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Godley & Creme,
Harry Pussy,
X-102,
Tom Boy,
Newcleus,
Thee Headcoats,
Negative Approach,
Japan,
Whodini,
Alton Ellis,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.