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 Somalia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 T.S.O.L. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Eric B and Rakim,
World's Most,
La Düsseldorf,
Oblivians,
Bootsy Collins,
Eddi Front,
Swell Maps,
Absolute Body Control,
The Slackers,
Black Moon,
Kenny Larkin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
D'Angelo,
Half Japanese,
Suburban Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls,
R.M.O.,
Nico,
Audionom,
Model 500,
Procol Harum,
Hasil Adkins,
Stetsasonic,
Organ,
The Doobie Brothers,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Halsall,
F. McDonald,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marc Almond,
June Days,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David Axelrod,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Excepter,
Popol Vuh,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Leaves,
UT,
Little Man,
David Bowie,
Crime,
Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moleskins,
Altered Images,
Glenn Branca,
The J.B.'s,
Siglo XX,
Lungfish,
the Germs,
The Kinks,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sound Behaviour,
Soul Sonic Force,
China Crisis,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.