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 Haiti and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Five Americans to the jazz 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Sound Behaviour,
Urselle,
The Star Department,
Junior Murvin,
Morten Harket,
The Fugs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Franke,
Absolute Body Control,
Rapeman,
The Gap Band,
Interpol,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Remains,
Archie Shepp,
10cc,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed,
The Electric Prunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Jandek,
Tomorrow,
Marine Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Eden Ahbez,
Moss Icon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wolf Eyes,
Pulsallama,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Silicon Teens,
Danielle Patucci,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Residents,
Donny Hathaway,
Yusef Lateef,
Davy DMX,
Donald Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
Ituana,
The Slits,
Ohio Players,
Quando Quango,
CMW,
Mad Mike,
Nik Kershaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
Radio Birdman,
Tears for Fears,
Suburban Knight,
Roy Ayers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flash Fearless,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.