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 Brunei and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Accadde A to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Cell,
The Happenings,
UT,
Main Source,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Almond,
Soft Machine,
Flipper,
Hoover,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ralphi Rosario,
AZ,
Rufus Thomas,
Scrapy,
Blake Baxter,
The Victims,
Reagan Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aloha Tigers,
Graham Central Station,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doors,
Shoche,
The Doobie Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Reuben Wilson,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fugs,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gichy Dan,
U.S. Maple,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Suburban Knight,
Easy Going,
Lalo Schifrin,
Trumans Water,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Unrelated Segments,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
Agent Orange,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Black Dice,
Ponytail,
Motorama,
Nils Olav,
Rekid,
Icehouse,
John Foxx,
Das Ding,
Mad Mike,
Erasure,
In Retrospect,
Sonic Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jacob Miller,
The Smoke,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.