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 South Sudan and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Glenn Branca to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Desert Stars,
The Selecter,
Tommy Roe,
Godley & Creme,
Model 500,
The Grass Roots,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minny Pops,
Toni Rubio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Zero Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Altered Images,
Surgeon,
Los Fastidios,
The Slackers,
Mark Hollis,
Alton Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
Soft Cell,
Ohio Players,
Carl Craig,
Essential Logic,
Nas,
Alice Coltrane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Susan Cadogan,
Aural Exciters,
Kerri Chandler,
Stiv Bators,
ABBA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Evens,
The Sonics,
Wolf Eyes,
The Buckinghams,
Prince Buster,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Wyatt,
John Coltrane,
Skarface,
Q and Not U,
Reagan Youth,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Pretty Things,
Suburban Knight,
Throbbing Gristle,
Babytalk,
T. Rex,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blues Magoos,
Mandrill,
Subhumans,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.