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 Ghana and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Seeds to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
K-Klass,
The Blackbyrds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yellowson,
The Mojo Men,
Harry Pussy,
CMW,
The Misunderstood,
Ornette Coleman,
Malaria!,
Delta 5,
New Order,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Archie Shepp,
the Association,
DJ Style,
The Associates,
Fela Kuti,
Pylon,
Joe Finger,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
In Retrospect,
Agent Orange,
T.S.O.L.,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Sherman,
Livin' Joy,
Pantytec,
Bang On A Can,
The Red Krayola,
The Cramps,
Boogie Down Productions,
Can,
DJ Sneak,
The Invisible,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rosa Yemen,
Sight & Sound,
The Standells,
Sex Pistols,
T. Rex,
The Cure,
Audionom,
Desert Stars,
Mr. Review,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bob Dylan,
Suicide,
Yusef Lateef,
Barry Ungar,
Camberwell Now,
Underground Resistance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crime,
Avey Tare,
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker,
Stereo Dub,
Easy Going,
Bill Wells,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tom Boy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.