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 Estonia and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 K-Klass to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Suburban Knight,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Wyatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Selecter,
Lyres,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tomorrow,
Altered Images,
Aswad,
Blancmange,
Minnie Riperton,
Hot Snakes,
Ronnie Foster,
Nils Olav,
Rosa Yemen,
Depeche Mode,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yazoo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Monolake,
David McCallum,
X-Ray Spex,
Cheater Slicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Index,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Byrd,
Soft Cell,
The Angels of Light,
Wasted Youth,
Warsaw,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Saccharine Trust,
The Saints,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lebanon Hanover,
Michelle Simonal,
Average White Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pulsallama,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare,
Steve Hackett,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alison Limerick,
Jandek,
Visage,
Moss Icon,
New York Dolls,
LL Cool J,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.