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 Poland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Glenn Branca,
DNA,
Rites of Spring,
The Mummies,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Age Steppers,
Outsiders,
The Electric Prunes,
The Stooges,
The Golliwogs,
Index,
Cheater Slicks,
The Leaves,
Kurtis Blow,
Letta Mbulu,
a-ha,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
One Last Wish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Tim Buckley,
Stetsasonic,
In Retrospect,
Derrick May,
Rod Modell,
Minor Threat,
Animal Collective,
The New Christs,
Tommy Roe,
Sandy B,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gladiators,
Joy Division,
The Last Poets,
Pulsallama,
Jawbox,
Dual Sessions,
The Residents,
Banda Bassotti,
Carl Craig,
The Five Americans,
Sparks,
The Neon Judgement,
Lyres,
Donny Hathaway,
Hoover,
Pierre Henry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delta 5,
Kerri Chandler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minutemen,
The Gories,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aloha Tigers,
Agent Orange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Monochrome Set,
R.M.O.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flipper,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.