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 Hungary and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Barracudas to the grime 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Angry Samoans,
Essential Logic,
Ken Boothe,
Skaos,
Boredoms,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gap Band,
Alison Limerick,
Tom Boy,
Au Pairs,
The Fall,
Second Layer,
Barry Ungar,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gichy Dan,
Motorama,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gun Club,
Kayak,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moss Icon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Interpol,
Average White Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang of Four,
DJ Style,
Bizarre Inc.,
Parry Music,
The Gories,
Terry Callier,
Piero Umiliani,
The Techniques,
The Moleskins,
Mantronix,
Alice Coltrane,
the Bar-Kays,
Ludus,
Anakelly,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Icehouse,
Roxette,
F. McDonald,
John Coltrane,
The Zeros,
The Busters,
Eli Mardock,
Magma,
Morten Harket,
Intrusion,
Oblivians,
The Golliwogs,
David Axelrod,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Smog,
The Walker Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hoover,
48th St. Collective,
Althea and Donna,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead 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.