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 Tajikistan and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sällskapet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fortunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Tres Demented,
Mandrill,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pierre Henry,
Aural Exciters,
The Invisible,
48th St. Collective,
Whodini,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blossom Toes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ponytail,
Roxy Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
H. Thieme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Almond,
Drive Like Jehu,
Drexciya,
Archie Shepp,
Boz Scaggs,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeru the Damaja,
Procol Harum,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Morten Harket,
David Bowie,
Sun City Girls,
Intrusion,
Stiv Bators,
Ludus,
the Normal,
Bad Manners,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Five Americans,
Robert Görl,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Dolphy,
Unrelated Segments,
Dark Day,
Radiohead,
Derrick Morgan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Guru Guru,
Q65,
Minor Threat,
Talk Talk,
The Real Kids,
EPMD,
The Wake,
Faraquet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pere Ubu,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.