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 Iraq and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Underground Resistance to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Half Japanese,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Intrusion,
Adolescents,
Mars,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
Skaos,
Camouflage,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Tremeloes,
Mantronix,
Ten City,
Radiopuhelimet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Niagra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soulsonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
Minnie Riperton,
Mary Jane Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Sarah Menescal,
The Wake,
Joy Division,
Barclay James Harvest,
Michelle Simonal,
Godley & Creme,
The Victims,
Delta 5,
The Slackers,
These Immortal Souls,
Symarip,
Grauzone,
X-101,
Sun Ra,
Can,
Sällskapet,
Tres Demented,
Rapeman,
JFA,
the Soft Cell,
Zero Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Raincoats,
The Red Krayola,
Pole,
Lou Christie,
Aswad,
Carl Craig,
Black Bananas,
The Birthday Party,
Infiniti,
Liliput,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Sheep,
Das Ding,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.