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 South Sudan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Duran Duran 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
The Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New York Dolls,
The Gun Club,
Moss Icon,
Todd Terry,
Ossler,
Neu!,
Agitation Free,
Janne Schatter,
Subhumans,
Swans,
Quando Quango,
Gabor Szabo,
Technova,
Whodini,
Dark Day,
MDC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Section 25,
Los Fastidios,
The Trojans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Procol Harum,
Josef K,
The Remains,
Derrick May,
James White and The Blacks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sonny Sharrock,
Index,
Newcleus,
DNA,
Scientists,
Matthew Bourne,
Smog,
X-101,
Minutemen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oblivians,
the Soft Cell,
Fugazi,
48th St. Collective,
Isaac Hayes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bootsy Collins,
Donny Hathaway,
Bang On A Can,
Young Marble Giants,
Con Funk Shun,
Magazine,
Eddi Front,
The Moleskins,
Sparks,
The Motions,
Theoretical Girls,
Pylon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Shoche,
Nils Olav,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.