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 Marshall Islands and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fluxion to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Ten City,
Urselle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Make Up,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
B.T. Express,
The Modern Lovers,
Kenny Larkin,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Names,
Aloha Tigers,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Davy DMX,
Liliput,
Ultra Naté,
Funkadelic,
Iggy Pop,
Skriet,
Fad Gadget,
Flipper,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris Corsano,
The Gladiators,
Harmonia,
Bobby Sherman,
Soul II Soul,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crime,
Simply Red,
The Litter,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stiv Bators,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The J.B.'s,
Scratch Acid,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Toasters,
DJ Style,
Ludus,
The Trojans,
Angry Samoans,
The Slits,
Deadbeat,
The Pretty Things,
Vladislav Delay,
Supertramp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yazoo,
Sight & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.