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 Nepal and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Q and Not U to the disco 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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface 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?
Glenn Branca,
Second Layer,
Fad Gadget,
The Fire Engines,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gabor Szabo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Supertramp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Moody Blues,
Goldenarms,
Arcadia,
Eli Mardock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alice Coltrane,
The Evens,
The Grass Roots,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalann,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cure,
Arthur Verocai,
Skriet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Japan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Motions,
The Smoke,
One Last Wish,
The Monochrome Set,
Q and Not U,
Crooked Eye,
10cc,
John Holt,
Procol Harum,
Popol Vuh,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lower 48,
The Remains,
The Standells,
Jandek,
Animal Collective,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arab on Radar,
Crime,
The Moleskins,
Grandmaster Flash,
FM Einheit,
Eric Dolphy,
Circle Jerks,
Minor Threat,
Morten Harket,
Sam Rivers,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.