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 Burkina and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 The Angels of Light to the jazz 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Ponytail,
Tres Demented,
The Dirtbombs,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eden Ahbez,
Television Personalities,
Icehouse,
Nik Kershaw,
Blake Baxter,
The Fuzztones,
The Gladiators,
Make Up,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angry Samoans,
Tears for Fears,
The Birthday Party,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Divine Comedy,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Busters,
the Bar-Kays,
David Axelrod,
Model 500,
Prince Buster,
Lightning Bolt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
F. McDonald,
Tropical Tobacco,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sex Pistols,
Jeru the Damaja,
Glenn Branca,
The Saints,
Pere Ubu,
Faust,
Scan 7,
Crime,
The Barracudas,
cv313,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fear,
Donald Byrd,
Darondo,
The Gories,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Smiths,
The Happenings,
Radiohead,
Wasted Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Jawbox,
Duran Duran,
Qualms,
Graham Central Station,
The Detroit Cobras,
Buzzcocks,
The Invisible,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.