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 El Salvador and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Young Marble Giants to the disco 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gun Club,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Angry Samoans,
The Blackbyrds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Symarip,
The Alarm Clocks,
Maurizio,
Duran Duran,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Underground Resistance,
the Bar-Kays,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rekid,
Crooked Eye,
Ronan,
Roy Ayers,
KRS-One,
Essential Logic,
Procol Harum,
Buzzcocks,
Fugazi,
Subhumans,
Cal Tjader,
Bronski Beat,
Pole,
The Fall,
Eden Ahbez,
Drexciya,
Scratch Acid,
Half Japanese,
The Young Rascals,
China Crisis,
Minor Threat,
World's Most,
Y Pants,
Q and Not U,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed,
cv313,
Black Moon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cameo,
Nils Olav,
The Monks,
Sound Behaviour,
Sugar Minott,
The Divine Comedy,
Groovy Waters,
Siglo XX,
Little Man,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.