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 Ukraine and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Gichy Dan to the crunk 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Skaos,
Camberwell Now,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minutemen,
John Foxx,
Scratch Acid,
Fear,
Average White Band,
Lou Christie,
Chris & Cosey,
Radiohead,
EPMD,
Oblivians,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flipper,
The Evens,
Man Parrish,
Rosa Yemen,
Drexciya,
Tim Buckley,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ice-T,
the Normal,
Sonic Youth,
Accadde A,
Japan,
Leonard Cohen,
Popol Vuh,
Wire,
Silicon Teens,
Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
Q65,
June of 44,
Funky Four + One,
Kaleidoscope,
Erykah Badu,
Erasure,
Y Pants,
Interpol,
Crime,
The Associates,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
Yaz,
Peter and Kerry,
Stiv Bators,
Gabor Szabo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Prince Buster,
Piero Umiliani,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alton Ellis,
Duran Duran,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David McCallum,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.