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 Morocco and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 New York Dolls to the jazz 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Brothers Johnson,
The Evens,
Morten Harket,
Ituana,
Erasure,
Suicide,
The Cramps,
Rod Modell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sound Behaviour,
ABC,
Gang of Four,
The Residents,
Spandau Ballet,
Boz Scaggs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
Soulsonic Force,
The Knickerbockers,
Dead Boys,
The Moleskins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Patti Smith,
Gang Starr,
The Black Dice,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun City Girls,
China Crisis,
The Human League,
World's Most,
the Bar-Kays,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
Charles Mingus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mad Mike,
Aural Exciters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amazonics,
the Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
10cc,
Lower 48,
Barry Ungar,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sällskapet,
James White and The Blacks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Royal Trux,
The Trojans,
Funky Four + One,
Mr. Review,
Iggy Pop,
John Foxx,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.