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 Somalia and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Warren Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nas,
Saccharine Trust,
Fugazi,
10cc,
Subhumans,
Bill Near,
The Moleskins,
The Saints,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tubeway Army,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lower 48,
Los Fastidios,
Jacob Miller,
Ken Boothe,
A Certain Ratio,
The Move,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scientists,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maleditus Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Livin' Joy,
Little Man,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mission of Burma,
The Motions,
The Moody Blues,
Funkadelic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Parrish,
Ten City,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Audionom,
Bronski Beat,
Cheater Slicks,
Eden Ahbez,
The Birthday Party,
The Litter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Depeche Mode,
Monolake,
Todd Rundgren,
Talk Talk,
Minny Pops,
Newcleus,
Radiohead,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Erykah Badu,
Eric Copeland,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Standells,
B.T. Express,
Fela Kuti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.