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 Uruguay 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Banda Bassotti to the punk 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Man Parrish,
B.T. Express,
Dawn Penn,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter & Gordon,
The Electric Prunes,
Fear,
The United States of America,
Neil Young,
Grauzone,
Bob Dylan,
Leonard Cohen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fela Kuti,
UT,
Negative Approach,
The Dave Clark Five,
Motorama,
Little Man,
John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
The Move,
Unrelated Segments,
Max Romeo,
June Days,
Harry Pussy,
Infiniti,
Freddie Wadling,
Bauhaus,
Dual Sessions,
Darondo,
Mr. Review,
FM Einheit,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Make Up,
Godley & Creme,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alice Coltrane,
Skaos,
Amon Düül,
Depeche Mode,
Sparks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lucky Dragons,
Livin' Joy,
Gabor Szabo,
The Remains,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Byrd,
The Black Dice,
Robert Görl,
Monks,
Moss Icon,
Althea and Donna,
The Kinks,
Technova,
Wasted Youth,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.