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 Malaysia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Shuggie Otis to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Model 500,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Flag,
Duran Duran,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minutemen,
Intrusion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Letta Mbulu,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Germs,
Radio Birdman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ponytail,
Television,
Glenn Branca,
Kenny Larkin,
Section 25,
Whodini,
The Fortunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fuzztones,
The Last Poets,
Peter & Gordon,
This Heat,
The Leaves,
Swans,
Lungfish,
The Golliwogs,
Vainqueur,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Schoolly D,
Black Pus,
Don Cherry,
The Fugs,
Eric Copeland,
Michelle Simonal,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
ABBA,
Mission of Burma,
OOIOO,
Sixth Finger,
The Sound,
Robert Hood,
Youth Brigade,
The Offenders,
Aloha Tigers,
Laurel Aitken,
Dead Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
The Selecter,
Zapp,
Rosa Yemen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ituana,
Oneida,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.