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 Guatemala and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Happenings,
Judy Mowatt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Idris Muhammad,
The Seeds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Symarip,
Gabor Szabo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Howard Jones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Niagra,
Nick Fraelich,
Moby Grape,
Frankie Knuckles,
Parry Music,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Neil Young,
The Invisible,
Crooked Eye,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Bananas,
Sonic Youth,
Lyres,
Patti Smith,
The Motions,
Jimmy McGriff,
B.T. Express,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alton Ellis,
Jeff Mills,
Swell Maps,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pulsallama,
Jeru the Damaja,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Move,
The Evens,
Essential Logic,
Wire,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gun Club,
The Real Kids,
The Raincoats,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cure,
Traffic Nightmare,
New Age Steppers,
The Busters,
Visage,
Reagan Youth,
Babytalk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ice-T,
Deakin,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.