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 Madagascar and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
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 arpeggiator 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 Accadde A to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q65,
10cc,
Inner City,
Audionom,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Pop Group,
Pantytec,
Stetsasonic,
Tom Boy,
The Motions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fear,
Radiohead,
Eric Dolphy,
Mr. Review,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Connie Case,
Jacob Miller,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marmalade,
Ultravox,
Icehouse,
Scientists,
Eddi Front,
Guru Guru,
Marvin Gaye,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker,
Crime,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Derrick May,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scrapy,
Rosa Yemen,
Easy Going,
Talk Talk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MDC,
Organ,
Nico,
Neu!,
Sarah Menescal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James White and The Blacks,
Lower 48,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harry Pussy,
Slave,
Reagan Youth,
The Moleskins,
Sixth Finger,
Siglo XX,
Roxette,
Matthew Halsall,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.