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 India and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 the Soft Cell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Youth Brigade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Black Dice,
The Index,
Bob Dylan,
Das Ding,
Spoonie Gee,
Aural Exciters,
The Toasters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chrome,
Monolake,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Intrusion,
Bush Tetras,
Pole,
Amazonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Fela Kuti,
Brick,
The Cramps,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeru the Damaja,
Severed Heads,
Surgeon,
Public Image Ltd.,
CMW,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Wings,
The Pretty Things,
Electric Prunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Rufus Thomas,
the Association,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantaleimon,
Animal Collective,
China Crisis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Saccharine Trust,
John Lydon,
Deepchord,
Lou Christie,
The Moody Blues,
The Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Count Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Adolescents,
Ituana,
Livin' Joy,
Deakin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hashim,
10cc,
Supertramp,
Wally Richardson,
Darondo,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.