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 Palau 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric Copeland,
Mo-Dettes,
Deadbeat,
Jandek,
Stetsasonic,
Slave,
The Invisible,
Bang On A Can,
The Stooges,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yaz,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moleskins,
Davy DMX,
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aswad,
The Velvet Underground,
Lower 48,
Judy Mowatt,
Arthur Verocai,
Crash Course in Science,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amazonics,
Camouflage,
Scan 7,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-Ray Spex,
The Saints,
the Soft Cell,
Erasure,
Urselle,
Robert Hood,
Au Pairs,
The United States of America,
Thee Headcoats,
Idris Muhammad,
X-101,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Motions,
Adolescents,
Ornette Coleman,
The Real Kids,
The Sonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Section 25,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gladiators,
Mark Hollis,
Henry Cow,
The Slackers,
John Lydon,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.