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 Angola and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nico to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Red Krayola,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Whodini,
Howard Jones,
Barry Ungar,
David McCallum,
The Sonics,
Pagans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Silicon Teens,
Absolute Body Control,
Zapp,
Johnny Clarke,
Cecil Taylor,
Bauhaus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alison Limerick,
Ten City,
The Happenings,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pylon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy Collins,
Donald Byrd,
UT,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fluxion,
Eurythmics,
Pulsallama,
Lindisfarne,
Roger Hodgson,
Gong,
Scientists,
The Monochrome Set,
Surgeon,
Skaos,
Suburban Knight,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Names,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Oneida,
D'Angelo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Byron Stingily,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
Tubeway Army,
The Litter,
Television Personalities,
Arthur Verocai,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.