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 Jordan 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 punk 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Terry Callier,
Franke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
kango's stein massive,
Fugazi,
The Mojo Men,
Groovy Waters,
Das Ding,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Star Department,
Oblivians,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David McCallum,
Sister Nancy,
D'Angelo,
John Holt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kurtis Blow,
Cecil Taylor,
The New Christs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soft Cell,
The Monochrome Set,
Lucky Dragons,
Ronnie Foster,
The Litter,
The Misunderstood,
Minutemen,
Kerri Chandler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sarah Menescal,
Amon Düül II,
The Victims,
These Immortal Souls,
Unrelated Segments,
Lower 48,
Jimmy McGriff,
Young Marble Giants,
Niagra,
Rod Modell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Average White Band,
Joyce Sims,
Bob Dylan,
DJ Style,
Shoche,
Eurythmics,
Pole,
Jacques Brel,
Glenn Branca,
Swans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Moleskins,
the Sonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Q65,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.