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 Dominica and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Country Teasers to the funk 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Whodini,
Niagra,
Dual Sessions,
Radiohead,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott Heron,
Archie Shepp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Liliput,
The Neon Judgement,
Ossler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cymande,
New York Dolls,
Fad Gadget,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marine Girls,
Dark Day,
Mission of Burma,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minutemen,
Swell Maps,
Crash Course in Science,
Bootsy Collins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aural Exciters,
China Crisis,
The Trojans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Absolute Body Control,
Magma,
Von Mondo,
Chris Corsano,
Sex Pistols,
Vladislav Delay,
Mars,
MC5,
Joyce Sims,
Jeff Lynne,
The Birthday Party,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brothers Johnson,
Gichy Dan,
Flash Fearless,
The Fire Engines,
Heaven 17,
Jacob Miller,
Guru Guru,
Flamin' Groovies,
Schoolly D,
Desert Stars,
Zero Boys,
Bluetip,
Ohio Players,
Interpol,
Loose Ends,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.