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 Germany and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Glambeats Corp. to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Niagra,
Michelle Simonal,
Soul Sonic Force,
New York Dolls,
Patti Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Sherman,
Judy Mowatt,
Warsaw,
Jacob Miller,
The Modern Lovers,
Motorama,
AZ,
The Fortunes,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ken Boothe,
Pagans,
Jeff Mills,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
Gichy Dan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rapeman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Normal,
Connie Case,
Archie Shepp,
The Fugs,
Scrapy,
Can,
Robert Hood,
Stiv Bators,
The Fire Engines,
Ralphi Rosario,
Funky Four + One,
Todd Rundgren,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Au Pairs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
8 Eyed Spy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Tremeloes,
Pole,
Swans,
Barbara Tucker,
John Holt,
The Blackbyrds,
Joy Division,
John Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
Blancmange,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.