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 Ecuador and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jeff Mills to the jazz 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kurtis Blow,
Crash Course in Science,
Lightning Bolt,
Amazonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eve St. Jones,
Swell Maps,
Monolake,
Darondo,
The Star Department,
Nico,
Letta Mbulu,
Sarah Menescal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Martian,
Junior Murvin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Monochrome Set,
Slave,
Terry Callier,
Section 25,
Rites of Spring,
Q65,
Moss Icon,
CMW,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Monks,
Depeche Mode,
Sonic Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Hashim,
Banda Bassotti,
Das Ding,
Man Parrish,
OOIOO,
The Angels of Light,
Parry Music,
the Soft Cell,
Patti Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
48th St. Collective,
F. McDonald,
The Cowsills,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Donald Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ohio Players,
The Beau Brummels,
Newcleus,
Marc Almond,
Dead Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nirvana,
Soft Machine,
Niagra,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.