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 Ivory Coast and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Sheep to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cure,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Negative Approach,
Nation of Ulysses,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Banda Bassotti,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris & Cosey,
Interpol,
Alison Limerick,
Section 25,
Surgeon,
Ken Boothe,
Shoche,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The J.B.'s,
Amazonics,
X-101,
H. Thieme,
Liliput,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Christie,
Gong,
Sparks,
The Zeros,
Monks,
Black Sheep,
The Litter,
T.S.O.L.,
Absolute Body Control,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eve St. Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Techniques,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fire Engines,
Magma,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Five Americans,
Nirvana,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mandrill,
Fela Kuti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Blues Magoos,
Porter Ricks,
The Misunderstood,
Rotary Connection,
Freddie Wadling,
These Immortal Souls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Essential Logic,
Aural Exciters,
Saccharine Trust,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Neon Judgement,
Eli Mardock,
Lakeside,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.