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 Botswana and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Tropical Tobacco to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New York Dolls,
Television,
Patti Smith,
Talk Talk,
Bob Dylan,
Zapp,
Organ,
The Raincoats,
Don Cherry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Spandau Ballet,
The American Breed,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Lydon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Easy Going,
Erykah Badu,
Danielle Patucci,
Pharoah Sanders,
Q and Not U,
Arab on Radar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pere Ubu,
Half Japanese,
David Bowie,
Eric B and Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
Yellowson,
Robert Görl,
The Velvet Underground,
John Coltrane,
The New Christs,
Silicon Teens,
Echospace,
Sun Ra,
Jerry's Kids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Zeros,
Faust,
Infiniti,
L. Decosne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-Ray Spex,
Qualms,
Alphaville,
Fort Wilson Riot,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Public Enemy,
Section 25,
Ponytail,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Davy DMX,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Litter,
Masters at Work,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.