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 Thailand 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 James White and The Blacks to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Quadrant,
The Pretty Things,
John Holt,
Oblivians,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deakin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sandy B,
The Monks,
ABBA,
The Cramps,
The Offenders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DNA,
Masters at Work,
Sun Ra,
U.S. Maple,
The Techniques,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun City Girls,
Sonic Youth,
The Fugs,
Agent Orange,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DJ Sneak,
The Vogues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Christie,
David McCallum,
The Standells,
Scientists,
The Cowsills,
Thee Headcoats,
Scion,
The Beau Brummels,
Harry Pussy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Faust,
The Electric Prunes,
Alison Limerick,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Knickerbockers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pussy Galore,
Cymande,
Ludus,
MC5,
Motorama,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerri Chandler,
UT,
The Seeds,
Mars,
Yazoo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oneida,
Dead Boys,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.