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 Solomon Islands and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Silicon Teens to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Peter and Kerry,
Swell Maps,
Anthony Braxton,
The Smoke,
Von Mondo,
Pantaleimon,
Niagra,
The Move,
Lalann,
Symarip,
Scott Walker,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Intrusion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chris Corsano,
The Black Dice,
Circle Jerks,
New Order,
The Standells,
Camberwell Now,
LL Cool J,
Crash Course in Science,
Simply Red,
Black Pus,
David McCallum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pole,
James White and The Blacks,
Crooked Eye,
The Moleskins,
Sugar Minott,
48th St. Collective,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rapeman,
Cymande,
Magma,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Sonics,
Q and Not U,
Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quando Quango,
The Cowsills,
Basic Channel,
Animal Collective,
Joe Finger,
Television,
Bootsy Collins,
Lucky Dragons,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Heaven 17,
Aswad,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bang On A Can,
Alison Limerick,
Radio Birdman,
Babytalk,
Scientists,
Sarah Menescal,
Mission of Burma,
Sam Rivers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.