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 Lesotho 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Blake Baxter to the techno 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marmalade,
Donny Hathaway,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minutemen,
Alison Limerick,
Warsaw,
Babytalk,
UT,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boredoms,
Schoolly D,
R.M.O.,
F. McDonald,
Bauhaus,
Hoover,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Monks,
Suburban Knight,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Order,
Unwound,
Television Personalities,
The Toasters,
Marc Almond,
Frankie Knuckles,
Monolake,
Godley & Creme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Silicon Teens,
Crash Course in Science,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Last Poets,
The Cure,
KRS-One,
Howard Jones,
Organ,
Danielle Patucci,
John Cale,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tres Demented,
Byron Stingily,
Banda Bassotti,
Bad Manners,
Fugazi,
U.S. Maple,
Gang of Four,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stetsasonic,
The Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
Motorama,
Dawn Penn,
Jandek,
Sam Rivers,
Aswad,
Ice-T,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.