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 Singapore and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Unwound to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Dual Sessions,
The Beau Brummels,
Crooked Eye,
Tommy Roe,
The Martian,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cowsills,
Quando Quango,
Susan Cadogan,
B.T. Express,
Pere Ubu,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Lynne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flamin' Groovies,
U.S. Maple,
Crispy Ambulance,
Godley & Creme,
The Human League,
June of 44,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Move,
Chrome,
L. Decosne,
Blossom Toes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Goldenarms,
LL Cool J,
Q and Not U,
Grauzone,
Jacques Brel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joy Division,
The Offenders,
Procol Harum,
Patti Smith,
John Foxx,
Funky Four + One,
Gang of Four,
Sister Nancy,
Freddie Wadling,
Desert Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Bowie,
Minnie Riperton,
Carl Craig,
48th St. Collective,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul II Soul,
X-102,
Eve St. Jones,
Camouflage,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scrapy,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.