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 Hungary and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 T.S.O.L. to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Blancmange,
Eve St. Jones,
F. McDonald,
The Red Krayola,
Boredoms,
Gerry Rafferty,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Siglo XX,
E-Dancer,
the Slits,
Carl Craig,
Patti Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Josef K,
Angry Samoans,
kango's stein massive,
Rod Modell,
Fat Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Oblivians,
Todd Rundgren,
The Durutti Column,
Grauzone,
Mantronix,
John Holt,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
Franke,
Crime,
Stereo Dub,
Black Sheep,
Animal Collective,
Freddie Wadling,
The Modern Lovers,
Accadde A,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cecil Taylor,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Evens,
Oneida,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Finger,
ABBA,
Donald Byrd,
10cc,
The Divine Comedy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New York Dolls,
The Leaves,
Lebanon Hanover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lucky Dragons,
The Moleskins,
One Last Wish,
Make Up,
Bauhaus,
Marmalade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.