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 Kiribati and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 T.S.O.L. to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Finger,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Graham Central Station,
The Knickerbockers,
This Heat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Machine,
X-102,
Kerri Chandler,
Goldenarms,
Dual Sessions,
Josef K,
Sound Behaviour,
Wire,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Modern Lovers,
Minor Threat,
Tears for Fears,
The Slackers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Evens,
Cybotron,
Suburban Knight,
Neil Young,
Kayak,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Görl,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Niagra,
Symarip,
the Swans,
The Angels of Light,
These Immortal Souls,
Minutemen,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mr. Review,
Donald Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
Sällskapet,
Scan 7,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Victims,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Christie,
Brand Nubian,
Pole,
Kevin Saunderson,
Infiniti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Count Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
Liliput,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.