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 New Zealand and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pylon to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
ABC,
Simply Red,
LL Cool J,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
DJ Sneak,
Sister Nancy,
Trumans Water,
Arab on Radar,
Bang On A Can,
Nico,
Warren Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Clear Light,
The Dave Clark Five,
Japan,
Malaria!,
The Victims,
Iggy Pop,
Scan 7,
The Slackers,
The Doors,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed,
Smog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crime,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Duran Duran,
Amon Düül,
Can,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hardrive,
Moss Icon,
The Zeros,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Tremeloes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tommy Roe,
ABBA,
Heaven 17,
The Angels of Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kerri Chandler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Techniques,
Max Romeo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Juan Atkins,
Pussy Galore,
Ossler,
Erasure,
Guru Guru,
Cameo,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.