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 Latvia and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Erykah Badu to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deakin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dead Boys,
Negative Approach,
Lalo Schifrin,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Searchers,
Mission of Burma,
Eve St. Jones,
Carl Craig,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun Ra,
Q and Not U,
Skarface,
Morten Harket,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Zeros,
Andrew Hill,
Roxy Music,
The J.B.'s,
Public Enemy,
Robert Hood,
Quantec,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Byron Stingily,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mojo Men,
Nils Olav,
Boogie Down Productions,
T. Rex,
Icehouse,
Ornette Coleman,
the Bar-Kays,
the Sonics,
Animal Collective,
Althea and Donna,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Iggy Pop,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Starr,
Can,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The New Christs,
Bill Wells,
the Soft Cell,
Underground Resistance,
Black Moon,
Essential Logic,
The Fire Engines,
David McCallum,
Maleditus Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Talk Talk,
Joensuu 1685,
Susan Cadogan,
Moby Grape,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.