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 Thailand and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
The Gories,
Isaac Hayes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Public Image Ltd.,
EPMD,
The Gap Band,
Sister Nancy,
Bad Manners,
Mark Hollis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Star Department,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fall,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nik Kershaw,
Khruangbin,
Absolute Body Control,
The Neon Judgement,
Depeche Mode,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skriet,
Toni Rubio,
Tomorrow,
Youth Brigade,
The Count Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Red Krayola,
The Move,
The Music Machine,
Symarip,
Robert Hood,
Arab on Radar,
Q and Not U,
Wire,
The Beau Brummels,
Audionom,
Zero Boys,
Niagra,
Scion,
Radio Birdman,
The Gun Club,
Gabor Szabo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
48th St. Collective,
Dawn Penn,
The Cramps,
the Bar-Kays,
Television,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aaron Thompson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sarah Menescal,
Joey Negro,
Harry Pussy,
Crash Course in Science,
The Misunderstood,
Pylon,
Yazoo,
Bob Dylan,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.