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 Grenada and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dennis Brown to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang of Four,
Vainqueur,
Donald Byrd,
The Vogues,
Neu!,
Guru Guru,
Agent Orange,
The Raincoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
Adolescents,
Duran Duran,
Clear Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Tremeloes,
Fat Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantytec,
The American Breed,
EPMD,
Eden Ahbez,
One Last Wish,
Subhumans,
Morten Harket,
Desert Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Ludus,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sonics,
Newcleus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Basic Channel,
Jandek,
Ponytail,
Pylon,
The Wake,
Bad Manners,
The Fall,
Electric Prunes,
Anakelly,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Slits,
The Zeros,
Faust,
8 Eyed Spy,
Model 500,
L. Decosne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fatback Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
La Düsseldorf,
Bauhaus,
The Barracudas,
R.M.O.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun City Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Malaria!,
The Evens,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.