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 Norway and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Model 500 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
B.T. Express,
Sex Pistols,
The Offenders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hasil Adkins,
Fear,
David Bowie,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Moon,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric Dolphy,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Parry Music,
The Blues Magoos,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABC,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Skatalites,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Slits,
The Young Rascals,
Malaria!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moby Grape,
Procol Harum,
Ludus,
Minnie Riperton,
Animal Collective,
Magazine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Remains,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
James White and The Blacks,
June of 44,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scientists,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Absolute Body Control,
Anthony Braxton,
Echospace,
the Sonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Hood,
Lyres,
Jacques Brel,
Marine Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Neil Young,
Bluetip,
Scan 7,
Heaven 17,
The Last Poets,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grauzone,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.