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 Belgium and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Symarip to the disco 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Sherman,
Alton Ellis,
Fluxion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Japan,
In Retrospect,
Man Parrish,
Nick Fraelich,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shuggie Otis,
The Techniques,
Pere Ubu,
Mandrill,
K-Klass,
Deakin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Second Layer,
X-101,
World's Most,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Goldenarms,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Halsall,
Albert Ayler,
Underground Resistance,
Wally Richardson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythm & Sound,
Toni Rubio,
The Mojo Men,
The Stooges,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Byron Stingily,
The Residents,
The Gun Club,
Intrusion,
The Fuzztones,
CMW,
Model 500,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Joensuu 1685,
Kevin Saunderson,
Darondo,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Y Pants,
Cal Tjader,
Whodini,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fear,
Eden Ahbez,
China Crisis,
Babytalk,
Johnny Clarke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lakeside,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.