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 New Zealand and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Radiohead to the rock 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Los Fastidios,
10cc,
Amon Düül,
Dennis Brown,
Fatback Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wally Richardson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Black Dice,
Vladislav Delay,
Warren Ellis,
The Velvet Underground,
Ponytail,
Slick Rick,
Barbara Tucker,
Buzzcocks,
Kayak,
Scrapy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Birthday Party,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dawn Penn,
Nirvana,
Sällskapet,
Metal Thangz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dual Sessions,
Mark Hollis,
Loose Ends,
Ultravox,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter & Gordon,
Tim Buckley,
Symarip,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fear,
Infiniti,
DJ Style,
Pussy Galore,
Ossler,
The Mummies,
The Toasters,
The Martian,
The Kinks,
The Walker Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Matthew Bourne,
Boredoms,
Newcleus,
Desert Stars,
In Retrospect,
Unwound,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Detroit Cobras,
Young Marble Giants,
The Standells,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.