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 Korea South 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Prince Buster to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
The Young Rascals,
Laurel Aitken,
the Sonics,
Easy Going,
U.S. Maple,
the Association,
Agent Orange,
Robert Görl,
Symarip,
Gerry Rafferty,
China Crisis,
Lalann,
Quadrant,
Gong,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aaron Thompson,
The Victims,
The Residents,
Tres Demented,
Monolake,
Lou Reed,
Adolescents,
Visage,
The Raincoats,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sarah Menescal,
Scion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Judy Mowatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick May,
AZ,
Japan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aural Exciters,
La Düsseldorf,
The Modern Lovers,
Duran Duran,
The Remains,
Cybotron,
Joensuu 1685,
Flash Fearless,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The American Breed,
the Human League,
The Gladiators,
Roxy Music,
The Cramps,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Sherman,
Pylon,
Underground Resistance,
Chris Corsano,
The Last Poets,
The Searchers,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.