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 Zambia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Susan Cadogan to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Move,
In Retrospect,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scrapy,
The Dave Clark Five,
JFA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
ABBA,
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Urselle,
Aural Exciters,
Chris Corsano,
Faust,
Fugazi,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Colin Newman,
Von Mondo,
New Age Steppers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Godley & Creme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Schoolly D,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slackers,
Tres Demented,
Pulsallama,
Leonard Cohen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television Personalities,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Das Ding,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers,
John Coltrane,
Sam Rivers,
Arcadia,
cv313,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Flag,
H. Thieme,
Lightning Bolt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DJ Style,
The Walker Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bill Near,
Con Funk Shun,
OOIOO,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.