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 Slovenia and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Joey Negro to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Jerry's Kids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Livin' Joy,
The Pretty Things,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ludus,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Whodini,
Electric Prunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Bar-Kays,
ABC,
Ten City,
Altered Images,
The Wake,
Rekid,
Johnny Clarke,
Graham Central Station,
Echospace,
Masters at Work,
The Fortunes,
Drexciya,
Throbbing Gristle,
Easy Going,
The Blues Magoos,
The Saints,
La Düsseldorf,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Görl,
World's Most,
Faust,
Malaria!,
kango's stein massive,
Ronnie Foster,
Zapp,
Chris Corsano,
Surgeon,
Nico,
Black Pus,
Piero Umiliani,
The Moody Blues,
Toni Rubio,
Joyce Sims,
Sex Pistols,
James White and The Blacks,
Howard Jones,
The Misunderstood,
the Germs,
The Beau Brummels,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rapeman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Silicon Teens,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Techniques,
Ultra Naté,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.