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 Solomon Islands and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Outsiders to the grunge 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Copeland,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jimmy McGriff,
U.S. Maple,
The Slits,
F. McDonald,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Infiniti,
Aaron Thompson,
Lightning Bolt,
Cymande,
Niagra,
Barry Ungar,
Television,
Rites of Spring,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rosa Yemen,
Bronski Beat,
Pierre Henry,
Inner City,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moleskins,
Bauhaus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ossler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Todd Rundgren,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soulsonic Force,
Wolf Eyes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mars,
Fad Gadget,
Siglo XX,
Japan,
Mantronix,
New Age Steppers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blossom Toes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Sneak,
The Monks,
Bobby Womack,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Organ,
Eli Mardock,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Mills,
One Last Wish,
Blancmange,
JFA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Byron Stingily,
Tears for Fears,
Gabor Szabo,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.