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 Bangladesh and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Sonic Youth to the funk 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Minor Threat,
Lyres,
Aaron Thompson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dead Boys,
Terry Callier,
The Happenings,
The Monochrome Set,
Lakeside,
Negative Approach,
Hasil Adkins,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Dolphy,
Suicide,
Bizarre Inc.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Connie Case,
Malaria!,
F. McDonald,
The Star Department,
The Knickerbockers,
Television,
Can,
Ossler,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
kango's stein massive,
Monks,
Wolf Eyes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Angry Samoans,
Brothers Johnson,
Brand Nubian,
Albert Ayler,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultra Naté,
The Fire Engines,
Intrusion,
Public Enemy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fugazi,
Fat Boys,
Cameo,
Kaleidoscope,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arthur Verocai,
The Real Kids,
Fatback Band,
Colin Newman,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris & Cosey,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Funky Four + One,
Tears for Fears,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lucky Dragons,
The Slits,
Barbara Tucker,
Boz Scaggs,
Suburban Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.