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 Andorra and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 The Toasters to the electroclash 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Traffic Nightmare,
Panda Bear,
Aural Exciters,
The Dirtbombs,
Whodini,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ohio Players,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thompson Twins,
Blossom Toes,
The Dead C,
Sarah Menescal,
Mad Mike,
Q and Not U,
Hardrive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fat Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Suicide,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül,
The Blues Magoos,
Scratch Acid,
The Walker Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Chrome,
The Fire Engines,
Organ,
New York Dolls,
Arab on Radar,
Lower 48,
Little Man,
Tears for Fears,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thee Headcoats,
Lungfish,
AZ,
Smog,
Loose Ends,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Move,
Byron Stingily,
Soul II Soul,
Model 500,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eden Ahbez,
Con Funk Shun,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dual Sessions,
Ludus,
Terry Callier,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monks,
Essential Logic,
The Trojans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scan 7,
Andrew Hill,
The Stooges,
Das Ding,
John Holt,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.