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 Macedonia and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Buckinghams to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
The Invisible,
Soft Cell,
Parry Music,
Eric Copeland,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jawbox,
Cecil Taylor,
The Skatalites,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Dave Gahan,
Faust,
Magazine,
T. Rex,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Outsiders,
Unwound,
Swans,
Rekid,
Sugar Minott,
Moby Grape,
The Knickerbockers,
Groovy Waters,
Cal Tjader,
Radio Birdman,
Lakeside,
The Offenders,
The Wake,
Bronski Beat,
Tom Boy,
Skriet,
The Stooges,
The American Breed,
The Sonics,
Livin' Joy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mad Mike,
X-Ray Spex,
Skarface,
Vladislav Delay,
Todd Rundgren,
Drexciya,
John Foxx,
Graham Central Station,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dual Sessions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hasil Adkins,
The United States of America,
Max Romeo,
Stereo Dub,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Busters,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.