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 Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Boogie Down Productions to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Das Ding,
Harmonia,
The Neon Judgement,
Grey Daturas,
The Red Krayola,
Blossom Toes,
Mars,
the Bar-Kays,
Unrelated Segments,
Albert Ayler,
Aural Exciters,
The Leaves,
Q and Not U,
Blancmange,
Urselle,
John Holt,
Piero Umiliani,
New Age Steppers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
These Immortal Souls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Index,
Accadde A,
Quando Quango,
Minutemen,
Bobby Byrd,
Lakeside,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
Soft Cell,
The Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Standells,
Peter and Kerry,
Rekid,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Happenings,
Ossler,
Wasted Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sam Rivers,
Isaac Hayes,
Pylon,
Chrome,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Con Funk Shun,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacques Brel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alton Ellis,
the Swans,
June Days,
Leonard Cohen,
Echospace,
Radiohead,
Outsiders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Star Department,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.