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 Mexico and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Crime,
Blossom Toes,
Au Pairs,
The Saints,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pole,
KRS-One,
Cameo,
Hasil Adkins,
Sound Behaviour,
Can,
Little Man,
Byron Stingily,
The Birthday Party,
Eden Ahbez,
Scott Walker,
The Busters,
Motorama,
U.S. Maple,
Kenny Larkin,
Scion,
Pierre Henry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Schoolly D,
Lakeside,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Modern Lovers,
Hashim,
Rotary Connection,
Royal Trux,
Kaleidoscope,
New Order,
The Kinks,
Michelle Simonal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Outsiders,
cv313,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nirvana,
Barry Ungar,
Altered Images,
the Swans,
Johnny Clarke,
Derrick Morgan,
Faraquet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ponytail,
The Misunderstood,
Dennis Brown,
Pharoah Sanders,
Anakelly,
AZ,
Surgeon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Leaves,
Basic Channel,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Count Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.