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 Lithuania and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the rap 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oneida,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Rekid,
Dead Boys,
Scion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skriet,
Flash Fearless,
The Barracudas,
Derrick Morgan,
Tom Boy,
Joy Division,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Velvet Underground,
The Kinks,
Judy Mowatt,
Dennis Brown,
F. McDonald,
Blake Baxter,
Das Ding,
Gichy Dan,
Camberwell Now,
Bauhaus,
Livin' Joy,
Moby Grape,
Surgeon,
The Angels of Light,
Chris Corsano,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
Alison Limerick,
Talk Talk,
Hashim,
The Buckinghams,
kango's stein massive,
PIL,
MC5,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swans,
DJ Sneak,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Franke,
Fear,
CMW,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minutemen,
Animal Collective,
Maurizio,
Tommy Roe,
Duran Duran,
Black Flag,
Alice Coltrane,
La Düsseldorf,
Boredoms,
48th St. Collective,
Royal Trux,
Rotary Connection,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.