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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
X-102,
The Standells,
Bootsy Collins,
The Neon Judgement,
Joe Smooth,
Au Pairs,
Cluster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Almond,
Matthew Bourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scion,
Severed Heads,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Sherman,
the Swans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Blackbyrds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alison Limerick,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
June of 44,
Quantec,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Saccharine Trust,
The Star Department,
Brand Nubian,
Nils Olav,
Massinfluence,
Procol Harum,
Skriet,
X-Ray Spex,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker,
The Litter,
Sugar Minott,
Gong,
Slave,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Visage,
Eric Dolphy,
John Cale,
Lungfish,
Von Mondo,
Bob Dylan,
Goldenarms,
Pole,
Gichy Dan,
Fela Kuti,
John Lydon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sister Nancy,
The Smiths,
Aural Exciters,
Minor Threat,
Fear,
Pantytec,
Lightning Bolt,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.