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 Djibouti and from Spokane.
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 Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Prince Buster,
Tubeway Army,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mr. Review,
Shuggie Otis,
This Heat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Unrelated Segments,
The Pretty Things,
Unwound,
Hot Snakes,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers,
Dark Day,
Minny Pops,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Das Ding,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Livin' Joy,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Terry,
Robert Hood,
Slave,
Yellowson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cecil Taylor,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Severed Heads,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Au Pairs,
Ituana,
Nico,
Johnny Clarke,
L. Decosne,
Colin Newman,
John Lydon,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Throbbing Gristle,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Certain Ratio,
The Divine Comedy,
Joensuu 1685,
New York Dolls,
Kas Product,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Searchers,
Loose Ends,
The Gladiators,
The Evens,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blancmange,
Interpol,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mummies,
Gang Starr,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.