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 Cuba 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Glenn Branca 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Erasure,
Metal Thangz,
Skriet,
Eurythmics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Von Mondo,
Byron Stingily,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Archie Shepp,
Marmalade,
Dennis Brown,
Moby Grape,
Roger Hodgson,
The Durutti Column,
Eli Mardock,
Sparks,
Cybotron,
The Selecter,
Echospace,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minutemen,
FM Einheit,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stiv Bators,
Terry Callier,
Boredoms,
Groovy Waters,
L. Decosne,
Nik Kershaw,
Sight & Sound,
Babytalk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ten City,
Delta 5,
The Buckinghams,
Chris Corsano,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arcadia,
Fugazi,
Dual Sessions,
The Wake,
Connie Case,
Peter & Gordon,
Sound Behaviour,
Young Marble Giants,
The Star Department,
U.S. Maple,
Tommy Roe,
Subhumans,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Goldenarms,
Amon Düül II,
World's Most,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hardrive,
the Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.