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 Belgium and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fall to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Wyatt,
Simply Red,
Oneida,
Grandmaster Flash,
Franke,
Marvin Gaye,
Mark Hollis,
D'Angelo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New York Dolls,
Bang On A Can,
Bad Manners,
Spoonie Gee,
Sarah Menescal,
The Human League,
Peter and Kerry,
Surgeon,
The Grass Roots,
Scratch Acid,
Sandy B,
Joy Division,
Main Source,
Crash Course in Science,
Minny Pops,
Duran Duran,
The Gories,
Chris Corsano,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Soft Cell,
The Invisible,
Bush Tetras,
Das Ding,
John Lydon,
Freddie Wadling,
Skarface,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Zeros,
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Almond,
The Kinks,
Warren Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
James White and The Blacks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip,
Gang Starr,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unwound,
Delta 5,
The Music Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
Whodini,
Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
Jerry's Kids,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.