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 Grenada and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the crunk 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Marmalade,
Infiniti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Procol Harum,
Ultravox,
Masters at Work,
The Mojo Men,
Erykah Badu,
The Fall,
Kurtis Blow,
Patti Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grauzone,
Sällskapet,
Sister Nancy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nils Olav,
Zero Boys,
Babytalk,
Groovy Waters,
H. Thieme,
the Bar-Kays,
MC5,
Little Man,
Crispian St. Peters,
Theoretical Girls,
Tom Boy,
Eurythmics,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Almond,
Ponytail,
Dead Boys,
Nico,
the Human League,
The Birthday Party,
Warren Ellis,
Faraquet,
Joy Division,
Agitation Free,
Soul II Soul,
Cheater Slicks,
Ohio Players,
Piero Umiliani,
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lucky Dragons,
Massinfluence,
Cal Tjader,
K-Klass,
The Selecter,
T.S.O.L.,
Dawn Penn,
the Germs,
Graham Central Station,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kenny Larkin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alison Limerick,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.