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 Burundi and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Qualms to the dance 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Severed Heads,
Bronski Beat,
The Smiths,
The Neon Judgement,
Hashim,
Roger Hodgson,
Suburban Knight,
Steve Hackett,
The Star Department,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fad Gadget,
Unwound,
Jandek,
Mission of Burma,
Barry Ungar,
Eric Copeland,
Shuggie Otis,
The Stooges,
Chris & Cosey,
H. Thieme,
Alphaville,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slackers,
Harmonia,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sound Behaviour,
Lakeside,
Cymande,
The Zeros,
Wasted Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Popol Vuh,
Joey Negro,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sonics,
Half Japanese,
Cluster,
Pussy Galore,
The Moleskins,
Jerry's Kids,
Yellowson,
Depeche Mode,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Underground Resistance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Archie Shepp,
Maleditus Sound,
Model 500,
Desert Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
The Music Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Moody Blues,
L. Decosne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alton Ellis,
Suicide,
Laurel Aitken,
New York Dolls,
June of 44,
Glambeats Corp.,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.