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 Russia and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Nick Fraelich to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Janne Schatter,
The Saints,
Thee Headcoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gong,
Crash Course in Science,
Q and Not U,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Audionom,
Minutemen,
Kayak,
Gang Gang Dance,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Halsall,
Terry Callier,
Easy Going,
Ponytail,
Ituana,
CMW,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pulsallama,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skarface,
OOIOO,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sandy B,
Joy Division,
The Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rotary Connection,
Kas Product,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bauhaus,
Sun City Girls,
Section 25,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Das Ding,
Ornette Coleman,
Gichy Dan,
Liliput,
Cameo,
Avey Tare,
Sight & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Barry Ungar,
The Dead C,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ossler,
Hoover,
MDC,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Busters,
Fat Boys,
The Tremeloes,
H. Thieme,
Outsiders,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.