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 Brunei and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 The Gories to the dance 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Deepchord,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang On A Can,
Barbara Tucker,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythm & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
June of 44,
Joyce Sims,
Loose Ends,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Anakelly,
The Fortunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare,
Pet Shop Boys,
ABC,
Ludus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Monolake,
Qualms,
Freddie Wadling,
Junior Murvin,
Metal Thangz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sällskapet,
Q and Not U,
Matthew Bourne,
Buzzcocks,
Sight & Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New York Dolls,
the Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Derrick Morgan,
cv313,
Robert Hood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Panda Bear,
Crime,
Magazine,
In Retrospect,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Godley & Creme,
Popol Vuh,
B.T. Express,
The Litter,
Sixth Finger,
The Evens,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.