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 Serbia and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 A Certain Ratio to the crunk 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Man Parrish,
Scan 7,
The Trojans,
New Order,
Babytalk,
Black Bananas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxy Music,
The Red Krayola,
Joensuu 1685,
Ponytail,
Technova,
Barbara Tucker,
Neu!,
L. Decosne,
Radio Birdman,
Minutemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mandrill,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Matthew Halsall,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Ornette Coleman,
Aural Exciters,
The American Breed,
Los Fastidios,
Unwound,
Metal Thangz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-102,
Second Layer,
Flash Fearless,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brand Nubian,
Dead Boys,
Goldenarms,
10cc,
Marvin Gaye,
Hot Snakes,
The Index,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Connie Case,
The Evens,
Jeff Mills,
Ice-T,
Unrelated Segments,
Theoretical Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donald Byrd,
Suicide,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.