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 Cameroon and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Letta Mbulu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Massinfluence,
H. Thieme,
Amazonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Sam Rivers,
The Invisible,
David Axelrod,
Cecil Taylor,
Graham Central Station,
Erasure,
The Skatalites,
Agent Orange,
Excepter,
The Stooges,
David McCallum,
Michelle Simonal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Niagra,
Ossler,
Barrington Levy,
The Knickerbockers,
Byron Stingily,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
Porter Ricks,
Liliput,
Supertramp,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mummies,
Whodini,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Human League,
Cymande,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Smooth,
In Retrospect,
UT,
Soft Cell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reuben Wilson,
Eli Mardock,
Sarah Menescal,
Siglo XX,
Accadde A,
Newcleus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Loose Ends,
The Slits,
Guru Guru,
Eden Ahbez,
Harmonia,
Y Pants,
the Bar-Kays,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yazoo,
Ornette Coleman,
Tears for Fears,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.