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 Tajikistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 The Gun Club to the disco 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Rekid,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Japan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Little Man,
Marc Almond,
X-101,
Television,
Technova,
Barrington Levy,
Banda Bassotti,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed,
Black Sheep,
Rosa Yemen,
Unwound,
Bronski Beat,
Marvin Gaye,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang On A Can,
Au Pairs,
Outsiders,
Yazoo,
Ornette Coleman,
Michelle Simonal,
John Holt,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sound,
Masters at Work,
Dead Boys,
Hardrive,
Dual Sessions,
Bauhaus,
Scratch Acid,
Dawn Penn,
The Searchers,
Yellowson,
Minutemen,
The Mojo Men,
Gichy Dan,
The Standells,
Bobby Byrd,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Residents,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Josef K,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brass Construction,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neu!,
Sixth Finger,
The Misunderstood,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cecil Taylor,
Minny Pops,
Lucky Dragons,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.