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 Israel and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Young Marble Giants,
Monolake,
Godley & Creme,
Roxy Music,
Visage,
Max Romeo,
The Sonics,
Clear Light,
DNA,
Juan Atkins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers,
Barry Ungar,
Deadbeat,
Smog,
The Move,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cramps,
Hot Snakes,
Lindisfarne,
Swell Maps,
Gang of Four,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ituana,
Eric Copeland,
Glenn Branca,
U.S. Maple,
Michelle Simonal,
John Coltrane,
Depeche Mode,
Radio Birdman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Jacques Brel,
Mission of Burma,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T.S.O.L.,
Unrelated Segments,
Qualms,
Stereo Dub,
Boredoms,
June Days,
Robert Hood,
Colin Newman,
James White and The Blacks,
This Heat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gong,
Radiohead,
Alison Limerick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Janne Schatter,
Kayak,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mad Mike,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.