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 Colombia and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dawn Penn 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eddi Front,
Nirvana,
Heaven 17,
Scientists,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Hood,
Ludus,
Isaac Hayes,
New Order,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fire Engines,
Magma,
Minnie Riperton,
The Pop Group,
The Seeds,
Oneida,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Sonics,
Radio Birdman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Los Fastidios,
The Martian,
Agitation Free,
Subhumans,
Duran Duran,
Brass Construction,
Lucky Dragons,
Q and Not U,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed,
Liliput,
Tommy Roe,
Cal Tjader,
Stiv Bators,
Ash Ra Tempel,
K-Klass,
Underground Resistance,
Rosa Yemen,
Little Man,
Bootsy Collins,
the Normal,
The Gladiators,
Banda Bassotti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gerry Rafferty,
ABBA,
T.S.O.L.,
The Modern Lovers,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Christie,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Alarm Clocks,
Model 500,
John Lydon,
Pagans,
The Five Americans,
Kas Product,
Hasil Adkins,
Charles Mingus,
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.