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 Canada and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Last Poets to the rock 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Eli Mardock,
Althea and Donna,
Goldenarms,
Crash Course in Science,
The Smiths,
Amon Düül II,
The Beau Brummels,
Malaria!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Metal Thangz,
David Axelrod,
The Doors,
Skriet,
Radio Birdman,
Leonard Cohen,
Spandau Ballet,
Judy Mowatt,
Alphaville,
Youth Brigade,
Patti Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Knickerbockers,
Los Fastidios,
Alice Coltrane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fad Gadget,
a-ha,
Quantec,
Lou Reed,
The Gap Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bauhaus,
The Angels of Light,
Lalann,
Mission of Burma,
The Victims,
Slick Rick,
Girls At Our Best!,
New Order,
Lalo Schifrin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Bowie,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Invisible,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Television Personalities,
Arab on Radar,
Ituana,
Shoche,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Zeros,
Severed Heads,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.