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 Korea South and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Masters at Work to the jazz 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
June of 44,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Anakelly,
Quantec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scan 7,
Tim Buckley,
Swans,
Siglo XX,
Maurizio,
Fatback Band,
June Days,
Gang of Four,
Tommy Roe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sandy B,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Womack,
One Last Wish,
Junior Murvin,
Andrew Hill,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blake Baxter,
The Flesh Eaters,
OOIOO,
Dorothy Ashby,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ice-T,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Remains,
Jawbox,
Camouflage,
The Knickerbockers,
Desert Stars,
Cluster,
David Bowie,
Donald Byrd,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chris Corsano,
Public Enemy,
Thee Headcoats,
the Bar-Kays,
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Style,
Wasted Youth,
Technova,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bill Near,
Warren Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crash Course in Science,
David McCallum,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boz Scaggs,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.