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 Thailand and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mantronix to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Marc Almond,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vainqueur,
Clear Light,
Boredoms,
Duran Duran,
Wings,
Stetsasonic,
Bauhaus,
Marvin Gaye,
Traffic Nightmare,
Danielle Patucci,
Minny Pops,
Warren Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DNA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eddi Front,
Gong,
Outsiders,
The Trojans,
Lightning Bolt,
Deakin,
Rekid,
Thompson Twins,
Dual Sessions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Los Fastidios,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Soulsonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Faust,
Can,
Accadde A,
The Gories,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Wells,
Spoonie Gee,
Alice Coltrane,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gladiators,
Charles Mingus,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Terry,
Rites of Spring,
The Dead C,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Red Krayola,
Reuben Wilson,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.