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 Laos and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Radio Birdman 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Warren Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
Bang On A Can,
Reagan Youth,
Bush Tetras,
PIL,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Al Stewart,
Camouflage,
Ice-T,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Black Dice,
The Kinks,
Godley & Creme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Panda Bear,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultra Naté,
Soft Cell,
Circle Jerks,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott Heron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Josef K,
Joyce Sims,
One Last Wish,
KRS-One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alison Limerick,
Intrusion,
The Sonics,
Brand Nubian,
Patti Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
the Slits,
Erasure,
Kayak,
Guru Guru,
Animal Collective,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantaleimon,
Blancmange,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grey Daturas,
Nirvana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Copeland,
Angry Samoans,
Khruangbin,
Dark Day,
Pulsallama,
A Certain Ratio,
Lucky Dragons,
Suicide,
Icehouse,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.