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 Nigeria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Knickerbockers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Danielle Patucci,
Subhumans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Darondo,
Al Stewart,
Hardrive,
Neu!,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-101,
Avey Tare,
UT,
Bobby Sherman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Suburban Knight,
Liliput,
Animal Collective,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thee Headcoats,
The Litter,
Rosa Yemen,
Sällskapet,
The Misunderstood,
The Residents,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Morten Harket,
Andrew Hill,
Icehouse,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fluxion,
Japan,
June Days,
Bizarre Inc.,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scratch Acid,
The Monochrome Set,
In Retrospect,
Ten City,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Germs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang On A Can,
Peter and Kerry,
Panda Bear,
Rotary Connection,
Soul II Soul,
Eurythmics,
Funkadelic,
Black Moon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marvin Gaye,
The Monks,
Wings,
Jawbox,
Section 25,
Neil Young,
Ituana,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.