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 Poland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 PIL to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Ponytail,
Maurizio,
Crime,
Danielle Patucci,
the Normal,
Stetsasonic,
Moebius,
Dead Boys,
Man Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moleskins,
Can,
Rapeman,
The Toasters,
Fatback Band,
Hot Snakes,
Mission of Burma,
Oneida,
Dave Gahan,
The Golliwogs,
Quantec,
Accadde A,
Anakelly,
Wings,
The Vogues,
Peter and Kerry,
Japan,
Ronnie Foster,
Alton Ellis,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barry Ungar,
Second Layer,
Tim Buckley,
The Names,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Cecil Taylor,
The Tremeloes,
Rekid,
The Slits,
Cheater Slicks,
Y Pants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hashim,
Brand Nubian,
Desert Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
The Knickerbockers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Connie Case,
The Gap Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Outsiders,
John Coltrane,
Youth Brigade,
June Days,
Maleditus Sound,
Deakin,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.