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 Botswana and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Glenn Branca to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Faraquet,
The Mojo Men,
Thompson Twins,
X-Ray Spex,
Soul II Soul,
Technova,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ponytail,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Remains,
Index,
Simply Red,
The Modern Lovers,
the Normal,
Dual Sessions,
Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
The Pretty Things,
Deepchord,
Con Funk Shun,
Fugazi,
Porter Ricks,
Organ,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quando Quango,
China Crisis,
Gichy Dan,
Pole,
June Days,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Flag,
Dave Gahan,
Rapeman,
The Techniques,
The Trojans,
Sound Behaviour,
The Leaves,
Lower 48,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Byron Stingily,
the Soft Cell,
The New Christs,
Dark Day,
Vainqueur,
Camberwell Now,
Funky Four + One,
Mantronix,
These Immortal Souls,
Minor Threat,
Grauzone,
Rod Modell,
The Evens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New York Dolls,
Tim Buckley,
Excepter,
Andrew Hill,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dirtbombs,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.