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 New Zealand and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Boogie Down Productions to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Dawn Penn,
The Raincoats,
June Days,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Section 25,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultravox,
Roxy Music,
Vladislav Delay,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slick Rick,
Scion,
Rekid,
the Human League,
Clear Light,
The Toasters,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Trojans,
Leonard Cohen,
Scrapy,
Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
Altered Images,
Moby Grape,
Delta 5,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Stooges,
Qualms,
Yaz,
The Martian,
Soft Machine,
Steve Hackett,
The Black Dice,
The Gun Club,
H. Thieme,
Chrome,
L. Decosne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Bowie,
Siglo XX,
Juan Atkins,
PIL,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wire,
Faust,
Faraquet,
The Index,
Rakim,
Carl Craig,
Moss Icon,
Easy Going,
James White and The Blacks,
Warsaw,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.