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 Korea South and from London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Leaves to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Don Cherry,
Nik Kershaw,
Blancmange,
Fear,
Franke,
Fad Gadget,
The Blackbyrds,
Procol Harum,
Freddie Wadling,
Alison Limerick,
Sixth Finger,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Lydon,
Marvin Gaye,
Lower 48,
Qualms,
Dual Sessions,
The Dirtbombs,
Subhumans,
The Remains,
Das Ding,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Neon Judgement,
Neu!,
the Swans,
Nils Olav,
Nick Fraelich,
10cc,
Darondo,
Supertramp,
Pagans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ken Boothe,
Roxette,
the Bar-Kays,
John Holt,
Bluetip,
Cymande,
Alice Coltrane,
H. Thieme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Suicide,
The Fuzztones,
Pole,
Minnie Riperton,
Chrome,
Infiniti,
New Order,
Von Mondo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cecil Taylor,
Vainqueur,
Amon Düül,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Normal,
Albert Ayler,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.