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 Zambia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 KRS-One to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
The Golliwogs,
Kas Product,
These Immortal Souls,
The Move,
The Black Dice,
Oblivians,
Ken Boothe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grey Daturas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lindisfarne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Anthony Braxton,
Basic Channel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Procol Harum,
Sarah Menescal,
Wolf Eyes,
Davy DMX,
Deakin,
Easy Going,
Zero Boys,
FM Einheit,
The Seeds,
Soft Machine,
Delta 5,
Blossom Toes,
Derrick Morgan,
The Selecter,
The American Breed,
The Raincoats,
Morten Harket,
The Smiths,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marine Girls,
Black Pus,
Susan Cadogan,
Arab on Radar,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
the Germs,
The Residents,
Average White Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Television,
Janne Schatter,
Erykah Badu,
Eric Dolphy,
Albert Ayler,
Joensuu 1685,
Wally Richardson,
The Skatalites,
Reuben Wilson,
Depeche Mode,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.