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 Portugal and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Accadde A to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Yaz,
Bluetip,
Isaac Hayes,
Aural Exciters,
Supertramp,
Surgeon,
Nirvana,
The Grass Roots,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Sherman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
D'Angelo,
The Zeros,
World's Most,
The Motions,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Christie,
Sun Ra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Hill,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
Bob Dylan,
The Litter,
Fela Kuti,
Donald Byrd,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Franke,
Henry Cow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vladislav Delay,
Ohio Players,
Iggy Pop,
Lakeside,
Skarface,
Buzzcocks,
John Coltrane,
Ludus,
June Days,
Saccharine Trust,
Albert Ayler,
The Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
The Count Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Youth Brigade,
Mission of Burma,
Darondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Banda Bassotti,
The Martian,
Moby Grape,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pierre Henry,
Symarip,
a-ha,
Sonic Youth,
Interpol,
Camouflage,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.