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 South Sudan and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ralphi Rosario to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Oblivians,
Youth Brigade,
The Fall,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül II,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oneida,
Crooked Eye,
Jawbox,
Rosa Yemen,
Pole,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
UT,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gong,
David McCallum,
Grey Daturas,
The Gories,
Bill Near,
Minutemen,
Roxette,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Martian,
Bobby Byrd,
Ituana,
Whodini,
Cybotron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Freddie Wadling,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erasure,
Desert Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joyce Sims,
Loose Ends,
Black Flag,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Guru Guru,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hardrive,
Max Romeo,
Visage,
David Bowie,
The Moleskins,
Ultra Naté,
Crime,
Ultravox,
Thompson Twins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Essential Logic,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Donny Hathaway,
Shoche,
Yaz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.