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 Australia and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Wire to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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?
Hasil Adkins,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Evens,
Duran Duran,
Johnny Clarke,
Scrapy,
The Searchers,
The Angels of Light,
The Count Five,
Marmalade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Loose Ends,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mr. Review,
Sun City Girls,
Negative Approach,
Porter Ricks,
Bad Manners,
Fatback Band,
Aloha Tigers,
June of 44,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Coltrane,
Faust,
Gichy Dan,
Derrick Morgan,
D'Angelo,
Sugar Minott,
Cecil Taylor,
Lower 48,
Yusef Lateef,
the Slits,
Dave Gahan,
David Axelrod,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cowsills,
Warsaw,
48th St. Collective,
Mission of Burma,
Quadrant,
Mars,
Slick Rick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Warren Ellis,
Eddi Front,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nas,
Joensuu 1685,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roxette,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June Days,
Stetsasonic,
The Zeros,
Simply Red,
The Tremeloes,
Ronan,
Soul II Soul,
Public Enemy,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.