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 Ghana and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Boz Scaggs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Derrick May,
Crash Course in Science,
Marine Girls,
Quadrant,
Roger Hodgson,
Zero Boys,
DJ Sneak,
The Last Poets,
Rekid,
Anthony Braxton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Teasers,
The Gap Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Moody Blues,
Kerri Chandler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aloha Tigers,
The United States of America,
Brick,
Agitation Free,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Litter,
Spandau Ballet,
Sällskapet,
Alice Coltrane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Supertramp,
Fluxion,
Flash Fearless,
Mission of Burma,
Oneida,
The Blues Magoos,
Ronnie Foster,
The Standells,
Dave Gahan,
Oblivians,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Starr,
Crispian St. Peters,
48th St. Collective,
Brothers Johnson,
Gerry Rafferty,
One Last Wish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blake Baxter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gichy Dan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sound,
Q and Not U,
The Fire Engines,
Con Funk Shun,
Pussy Galore,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Easy Going,
Hot Snakes,
The Fall,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.