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 Ethiopia and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soft Cell to the rock 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Circle Jerks,
Minny Pops,
Tom Boy,
Livin' Joy,
Quadrant,
New Order,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Whodini,
Magma,
Adolescents,
Public Enemy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Lungfish,
Barry Ungar,
Donald Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
Prince Buster,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fall,
Joe Finger,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Velvet Underground,
Talk Talk,
Basic Channel,
The Black Dice,
Ice-T,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Association,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Warren Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
Television Personalities,
The Stooges,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ossler,
Brick,
Radio Birdman,
Pierre Henry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eddi Front,
Organ,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Drexciya,
Harpers Bizarre,
Susan Cadogan,
Heaven 17,
Minutemen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masters at Work,
Cameo,
The Moody Blues,
The Barracudas,
The Monks,
Cheater Slicks,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.