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 Colombia and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Mr. Review to the rock 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The New Christs,
Chris Corsano,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fugs,
Byron Stingily,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Y Pants,
The Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
The Offenders,
Sparks,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Last Poets,
the Germs,
Chris & Cosey,
Mr. Review,
In Retrospect,
Wasted Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
The Velvet Underground,
Audionom,
Brothers Johnson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Donny Hathaway,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
Desert Stars,
Loose Ends,
Blancmange,
Saccharine Trust,
The Smoke,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fugazi,
Tubeway Army,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Names,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantytec,
Lucky Dragons,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The American Breed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Guru Guru,
Bush Tetras,
Boogie Down Productions,
Interpol,
The Count Five,
Gang Starr,
The Modern Lovers,
Scan 7,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Kinks,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.