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 Liberia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Ultravox to the dance 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
The Martian,
Mad Mike,
Ituana,
Smog,
Bang On A Can,
Colin Newman,
Patti Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aaron Thompson,
Fad Gadget,
Kas Product,
cv313,
Man Eating Sloth,
E-Dancer,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New York Dolls,
The Mummies,
Sixth Finger,
The New Christs,
Ponytail,
Rosa Yemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
In Retrospect,
Idris Muhammad,
Piero Umiliani,
EPMD,
Theoretical Girls,
Trumans Water,
ABBA,
China Crisis,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fortunes,
Audionom,
Lower 48,
Can,
Popol Vuh,
Easy Going,
Slave,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ken Boothe,
Clear Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Laurel Aitken,
Kaleidoscope,
Inner City,
Amon Düül II,
The Toasters,
T.S.O.L.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Johnny Clarke,
The Smiths,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soulsonic Force,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slackers,
Nick Fraelich,
Subhumans,
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