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 Nicaragua and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wolf Eyes 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cure,
Monks,
UT,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Moon,
The Zeros,
The Knickerbockers,
Nas,
Kaleidoscope,
James White and The Blacks,
The Raincoats,
Flipper,
The Searchers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pole,
Theoretical Girls,
The Offenders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mantronix,
The Trojans,
Angry Samoans,
Heaven 17,
Brick,
The Red Krayola,
The Slits,
Interpol,
Lower 48,
Con Funk Shun,
Alice Coltrane,
Young Marble Giants,
Kas Product,
PIL,
Tubeway Army,
Circle Jerks,
The Gap Band,
The Monks,
Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Symarip,
Al Stewart,
MC5,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Sneak,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Christie,
New York Dolls,
E-Dancer,
Michelle Simonal,
Bush Tetras,
Aaron Thompson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alton Ellis,
Grauzone,
Country Teasers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Howard Jones,
Lindisfarne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.