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 Korea North and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Smoke to the rap 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Robert Wyatt,
The Velvet Underground,
Heaven 17,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alphaville,
Average White Band,
Stereo Dub,
Tommy Roe,
Peter & Gordon,
Marmalade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Young Marble Giants,
Harry Pussy,
Magma,
Chris & Cosey,
Bronski Beat,
Spandau Ballet,
Unwound,
Joensuu 1685,
Ponytail,
The Gun Club,
Andrew Hill,
Hoover,
Metal Thangz,
Lungfish,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Busters,
Wasted Youth,
DNA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Interpol,
Pierre Henry,
Fat Boys,
Fad Gadget,
PIL,
Leonard Cohen,
Carl Craig,
Procol Harum,
Nils Olav,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Glenn Branca,
The Music Machine,
Black Pus,
The Residents,
Althea and Donna,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Albert Ayler,
Neu!,
Television Personalities,
Infiniti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smoke,
Kool Moe Dee,
Organ,
Sound Behaviour,
In Retrospect,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scrapy,
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.