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 El Salvador and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Arthur Verocai to the rock 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Ossler,
Wolf Eyes,
Tim Buckley,
Q65,
The Busters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Hood,
Soft Machine,
Aswad,
Procol Harum,
The Smoke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Maurizio,
Jawbox,
8 Eyed Spy,
Altered Images,
Archie Shepp,
Public Enemy,
Cybotron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Matthew Halsall,
Trumans Water,
MDC,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New Age Steppers,
The Wake,
The Evens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Faraquet,
Cecil Taylor,
DNA,
Gang Starr,
Animal Collective,
The American Breed,
Peter & Gordon,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Detroit Cobras,
China Crisis,
Joensuu 1685,
Suburban Knight,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doors,
Bootsy Collins,
K-Klass,
Erasure,
The Smiths,
Spoonie Gee,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Iggy Pop,
Magazine,
Sparks,
Quadrant,
The Standells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Bananas,
The J.B.'s,
Liliput,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Desert Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.