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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Malaria!,
Sight & Sound,
Quando Quango,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Accadde A,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scan 7,
Cluster,
Boz Scaggs,
Eden Ahbez,
Porter Ricks,
Talk Talk,
Clear Light,
The Human League,
Nirvana,
Albert Ayler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Angry Samoans,
Wings,
Masters at Work,
PIL,
Supertramp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
FM Einheit,
The Toasters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cecil Taylor,
Skarface,
Fela Kuti,
Yazoo,
the Germs,
June Days,
Babytalk,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rapeman,
Crash Course in Science,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cheater Slicks,
Maurizio,
Rufus Thomas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Zero Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Carl Craig,
Smog,
Vladislav Delay,
The Names,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suburban Knight,
Average White Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Youth Brigade,
Harmonia,
Procol Harum,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.