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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
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 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 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 T. Rex to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Clear Light,
John Coltrane,
Mantronix,
Wasted Youth,
Minutemen,
Amon Düül II,
Lalo Schifrin,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül,
Livin' Joy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sonic Youth,
The Fugs,
Altered Images,
Country Teasers,
Guru Guru,
The Fire Engines,
Susan Cadogan,
Stiv Bators,
Lindisfarne,
Nico,
Peter and Kerry,
The Techniques,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Anthony Braxton,
Pagans,
Marmalade,
ABC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cramps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fugazi,
Cameo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gichy Dan,
Flash Fearless,
Isaac Hayes,
MDC,
Arab on Radar,
Dennis Brown,
Moby Grape,
Gang Gang Dance,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gun Club,
Funkadelic,
Zapp,
The Last Poets,
Sight & Sound,
Lyres,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Five Americans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vainqueur,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.