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 Brunei and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Magma to the electroclash 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Royal Trux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Motorama,
Deakin,
Negative Approach,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Severed Heads,
Joey Negro,
Yellowson,
Zero Boys,
Siglo XX,
Soft Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Pulsallama,
Make Up,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roxette,
Albert Ayler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Section 25,
Ronan,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Shadows of Knight,
Glenn Branca,
Henry Cow,
Fear,
The Count Five,
The Selecter,
The Remains,
Lightning Bolt,
Don Cherry,
Nik Kershaw,
Symarip,
Janne Schatter,
Funkadelic,
Davy DMX,
Average White Band,
The Index,
Eric Copeland,
Rakim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gladiators,
the Bar-Kays,
Excepter,
Infiniti,
Mark Hollis,
Camouflage,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Womack,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Order,
The Durutti Column,
Cluster,
The Toasters,
Matthew Halsall,
Arcadia,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.