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 Romania and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
The United States of America,
Derrick May,
The New Christs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tim Buckley,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Holt,
Panda Bear,
Boz Scaggs,
The Monochrome Set,
Depeche Mode,
Quantec,
Alison Limerick,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
LL Cool J,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harmonia,
The Kinks,
Aaron Thompson,
Cal Tjader,
Todd Terry,
Max Romeo,
Amazonics,
H. Thieme,
Siglo XX,
The Standells,
Q and Not U,
Wings,
Young Marble Giants,
Pantaleimon,
Fugazi,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-Ray Spex,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dennis Brown,
Deepchord,
Au Pairs,
The Monks,
Camberwell Now,
Roxy Music,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ice-T,
Nirvana,
Inner City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Matthew Halsall,
Glambeats Corp.,
Schoolly D,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Second Layer,
Davy DMX,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Foxx,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.