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 Kiribati and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Crooked Eye to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Moss Icon,
Lucky Dragons,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Durutti Column,
ABBA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slave,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pere Ubu,
The Invisible,
Ronan,
Ludus,
Gang of Four,
The Names,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mummies,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry's Kids,
Mo-Dettes,
Todd Terry,
Guru Guru,
Scratch Acid,
Mars,
Kurtis Blow,
Warren Ellis,
Freddie Wadling,
Harry Pussy,
Los Fastidios,
Tommy Roe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pole,
Joe Finger,
Eric B and Rakim,
Accadde A,
Nick Fraelich,
Niagra,
Hardrive,
Eric Copeland,
Groovy Waters,
the Normal,
Laurel Aitken,
Crime,
Gichy Dan,
K-Klass,
Yellowson,
Schoolly D,
ABC,
Dual Sessions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Talk Talk,
Royal Trux,
JFA,
KRS-One,
Scan 7,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.