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 Eritrea and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Fat Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gories,
Urselle,
Rosa Yemen,
One Last Wish,
Monks,
Jacob Miller,
Easy Going,
the Bar-Kays,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anakelly,
Lower 48,
Jawbox,
Rotary Connection,
The Neon Judgement,
The Wake,
The Fire Engines,
The American Breed,
The Young Rascals,
Public Enemy,
the Germs,
Dark Day,
New Order,
Joey Negro,
MC5,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Groovy Waters,
Leonard Cohen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faust,
The Moleskins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Hood,
Das Ding,
Roger Hodgson,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiohead,
a-ha,
Don Cherry,
Theoretical Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The United States of America,
Sixth Finger,
Warsaw,
Unrelated Segments,
the Normal,
Clear Light,
K-Klass,
Excepter,
Aswad,
Quantec,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.