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 Rwanda and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Black Bananas to the dance 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DNA,
The Cowsills,
Das Ding,
Banda Bassotti,
Dark Day,
Mantronix,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grey Daturas,
The Blackbyrds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Anakelly,
Monks,
The Fall,
The Golliwogs,
The United States of America,
Mr. Review,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rosa Yemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Von Mondo,
Sight & Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Hardrive,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Christie,
The Index,
The Durutti Column,
Quantec,
Sixth Finger,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ludus,
The Music Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
Marmalade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cure,
Erasure,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxy Music,
Albert Ayler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed,
Black Bananas,
Camouflage,
Nico,
Connie Case,
Bush Tetras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Leonard Cohen,
Country Teasers,
Smog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.