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 Chad and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Shadows of Knight to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Scratch Acid,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Womack,
the Association,
Easy Going,
Suburban Knight,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gun Club,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Inner City,
Sixth Finger,
the Sonics,
Marc Almond,
Wire,
Bootsy Collins,
UT,
The Young Rascals,
the Bar-Kays,
Scan 7,
Aaron Thompson,
Thee Headcoats,
The Golliwogs,
Franke,
Tim Buckley,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Görl,
Livin' Joy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fall,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moebius,
Metal Thangz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Stooges,
Spoonie Gee,
David Axelrod,
the Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
Connie Case,
Nils Olav,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pantytec,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Sheep,
Flipper,
Interpol,
Royal Trux,
The Fugs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Schoolly D,
Bauhaus,
China Crisis,
Erykah Badu,
Saccharine Trust,
Goldenarms,
Stereo Dub,
Icehouse,
Model 500,
The Move,
Oneida,
Cheater Slicks,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.