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 Paraguay and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lou Christie to the punk 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Alarm Clocks,
MDC,
The Gories,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camberwell Now,
Basic Channel,
The Buckinghams,
Chris Corsano,
Sparks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Desert Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Q65,
Skarface,
DJ Style,
Marine Girls,
ABBA,
Archie Shepp,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Slits,
Kayak,
The Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
Audionom,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Newcleus,
Ten City,
Zero Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Chris & Cosey,
Funky Four + One,
Pere Ubu,
Brand Nubian,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jandek,
Interpol,
Marvin Gaye,
Boredoms,
Black Sheep,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Starr,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arab on Radar,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Wyatt,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare,
Bill Wells,
Scientists,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jawbox,
Echospace,
Thee Headcoats,
The American Breed,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Spoonie Gee,
The Index,
Porter Ricks,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.