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 Kuwait and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Wolf Eyes to the disco 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
FM Einheit,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cal Tjader,
The Toasters,
The Index,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Audionom,
Motorama,
The Trojans,
Drexciya,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Animal Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
Grey Daturas,
Gang of Four,
Joy Division,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fear,
Wally Richardson,
Fad Gadget,
The Slackers,
The Names,
Crooked Eye,
Spandau Ballet,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Starr,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The J.B.'s,
Fifty Foot Hose,
48th St. Collective,
The Invisible,
Agent Orange,
The Fortunes,
Susan Cadogan,
Popol Vuh,
OOIOO,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Human League,
The Slits,
R.M.O.,
Shoche,
John Foxx,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed,
X-Ray Spex,
Bad Manners,
PIL,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Angels of Light,
Quantec,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.