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 India and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Ossler to the electroclash 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
LL Cool J,
Tim Buckley,
Main Source,
Monks,
Swans,
Sight & Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
The Knickerbockers,
Rufus Thomas,
Archie Shepp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed,
Essential Logic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sam Rivers,
Ultra Naté,
Gong,
Soft Cell,
Blake Baxter,
Motorama,
The Flesh Eaters,
Surgeon,
Symarip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crime,
Gang Gang Dance,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang On A Can,
Morten Harket,
The Dead C,
Slick Rick,
China Crisis,
The Mummies,
Sun City Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
These Immortal Souls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eden Ahbez,
Pere Ubu,
Magma,
Stereo Dub,
The Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick May,
Brick,
Scratch Acid,
Heaven 17,
Yaz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minny Pops,
Stetsasonic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Smog,
Skarface,
Index,
Cluster,
Talk Talk,
Fela Kuti,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.