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 the UAE and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Tommy Roe to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ralphi Rosario,
Davy DMX,
Steve Hackett,
Nik Kershaw,
The Slits,
The Black Dice,
Kurtis Blow,
DJ Sneak,
Skarface,
Gang of Four,
Patti Smith,
Metal Thangz,
Suicide,
The Raincoats,
Aaron Thompson,
Little Man,
the Human League,
Swell Maps,
Spoonie Gee,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dual Sessions,
Minor Threat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Eating Sloth,
Babytalk,
Nick Fraelich,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moby Grape,
Gong,
Ohio Players,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter and Kerry,
Duran Duran,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cymande,
Robert Hood,
T. Rex,
Harmonia,
Franke,
Gichy Dan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rapeman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultra Naté,
Black Sheep,
Black Moon,
Motorama,
The Beau Brummels,
the Association,
Chris Corsano,
The Trojans,
New Age Steppers,
Yaz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Slick Rick,
The Victims,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.