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 Serbia and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Agitation Free to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Joe Finger,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Television,
Deepchord,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Wells,
Girls At Our Best!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Audionom,
Todd Rundgren,
Sexual Harrassment,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bluetip,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric Dolphy,
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Max Romeo,
The Saints,
The Walker Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra,
Surgeon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Byrd,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bob Dylan,
The Neon Judgement,
a-ha,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ronan,
Albert Ayler,
Roxette,
Aaron Thompson,
Fad Gadget,
the Normal,
The Last Poets,
The Gun Club,
X-102,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zapp,
Al Stewart,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Lindisfarne,
Skarface,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faust,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blossom Toes,
Main Source,
48th St. Collective,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.