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 Kiribati and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Knickerbockers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Barry Ungar,
Loose Ends,
Dennis Brown,
Cecil Taylor,
Mo-Dettes,
Toni Rubio,
Grauzone,
Adolescents,
Simply Red,
Black Moon,
UT,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Hill,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sight & Sound,
The Slackers,
ABBA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
L. Decosne,
F. McDonald,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roxy Music,
Infiniti,
Urselle,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gun Club,
Tommy Roe,
Pylon,
Chrome,
The Litter,
Mars,
The Knickerbockers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yazoo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Subhumans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minor Threat,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter and Kerry,
Quadrant,
The Trojans,
E-Dancer,
The Monks,
Leonard Cohen,
Technova,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Index,
Minutemen,
Magma,
Spandau Ballet,
The Associates,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Almond,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Wake,
the Soft Cell,
Alphaville,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.