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 Samoa and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Animal Collective to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Technova,
Neu!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare,
Pantaleimon,
The J.B.'s,
cv313,
Newcleus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Simply Red,
Max Romeo,
Bad Manners,
John Holt,
R.M.O.,
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra,
Skriet,
The New Christs,
Sex Pistols,
PIL,
Ten City,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Leonard Cohen,
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Techniques,
Outsiders,
The Gun Club,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crash Course in Science,
Young Marble Giants,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Gang Dance,
Japan,
The Mojo Men,
Soft Cell,
Clear Light,
JFA,
Livin' Joy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Barracudas,
Cybotron,
Minnie Riperton,
The Neon Judgement,
Model 500,
Second Layer,
Byron Stingily,
Suburban Knight,
Kas Product,
Monks,
Trumans Water,
Altered Images,
The Slackers,
Ohio Players,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Bananas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.