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 Gambia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Al Stewart to the rap 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
T.S.O.L.,
Darondo,
CMW,
H. Thieme,
DNA,
Ronan,
Robert Görl,
Ultravox,
Marine Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
The Monochrome Set,
Porter Ricks,
Mad Mike,
John Coltrane,
Fatback Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q65,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Wyatt,
Rekid,
John Holt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Audionom,
James White and The Blacks,
Ossler,
The Litter,
These Immortal Souls,
ABC,
Archie Shepp,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gladiators,
Ten City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Walker Brothers,
Gong,
Eddi Front,
The Pretty Things,
Lebanon Hanover,
Section 25,
Clear Light,
the Germs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ponytail,
Nico,
Kevin Saunderson,
Goldenarms,
Howard Jones,
The Last Poets,
Smog,
Cal Tjader,
Das Ding,
Subhumans,
Liliput,
Sam Rivers,
Lalann,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amon Düül II,
Rotary Connection,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.