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 Syria and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 The Last Poets to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Birthday Party,
Crash Course in Science,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pere Ubu,
Gang of Four,
Neu!,
Television,
Joe Finger,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bill Wells,
U.S. Maple,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Delta 5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
K-Klass,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ludus,
Ponytail,
These Immortal Souls,
Grauzone,
Deepchord,
Minutemen,
Von Mondo,
Gong,
Alphaville,
Susan Cadogan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Severed Heads,
The Blues Magoos,
Depeche Mode,
Thee Headcoats,
Tres Demented,
Scrapy,
Marc Almond,
Albert Ayler,
Average White Band,
Little Man,
The Walker Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Bourne,
Kenny Larkin,
Barry Ungar,
The Black Dice,
Radio Birdman,
Donny Hathaway,
Pagans,
Roxette,
Vainqueur,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Raincoats,
Livin' Joy,
Al Stewart,
New York Dolls,
The Fuzztones,
Intrusion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Malaria!,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.