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 South Sudan and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ 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 Lakeside to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dead C,
Oneida,
Marshall Jefferson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
The Motions,
The Black Dice,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monks,
Yazoo,
X-Ray Spex,
Max Romeo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Saccharine Trust,
China Crisis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Procol Harum,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Colin Newman,
Aaron Thompson,
Wally Richardson,
The Fuzztones,
Brand Nubian,
Rosa Yemen,
Qualms,
The Names,
Jandek,
Anthony Braxton,
MDC,
Sparks,
FM Einheit,
Parry Music,
Erykah Badu,
Chris Corsano,
Pere Ubu,
Maurizio,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare,
Darondo,
Faust,
AZ,
The Slackers,
Gang Green,
The Skatalites,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mark Hollis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.