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 Taiwan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Minor Threat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
The Tremeloes,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kerri Chandler,
Scratch Acid,
Bronski Beat,
Intrusion,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deakin,
Moby Grape,
Gang Starr,
Crooked Eye,
Spandau Ballet,
Basic Channel,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Schoolly D,
Howard Jones,
The Dead C,
Hardrive,
Robert Hood,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young,
Rites of Spring,
Chris Corsano,
U.S. Maple,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Birthday Party,
Outsiders,
Smog,
Japan,
Dave Gahan,
The Leaves,
Con Funk Shun,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jacques Brel,
H. Thieme,
Skriet,
Joe Smooth,
The Fortunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Urselle,
Agitation Free,
Erykah Badu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cybotron,
The Gun Club,
a-ha,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sister Nancy,
Isaac Hayes,
The Invisible,
Little Man,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Moon,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.