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 Kazakhstan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sarah Menescal to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Index,
Lakeside,
Scratch Acid,
Suburban Knight,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Angry Samoans,
Mark Hollis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barry Ungar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soft Machine,
Pantytec,
OOIOO,
Theoretical Girls,
Joey Negro,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flipper,
The Black Dice,
Piero Umiliani,
Swell Maps,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Moon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Curtis Mayfield,
Scrapy,
New Age Steppers,
Hoover,
The Selecter,
The Vogues,
10cc,
Alphaville,
Godley & Creme,
Donny Hathaway,
Harmonia,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Axelrod,
Man Parrish,
Interpol,
Lebanon Hanover,
Anthony Braxton,
Colin Newman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Near,
Lightning Bolt,
This Heat,
Gang Starr,
The Young Rascals,
Michelle Simonal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
Darondo,
Nik Kershaw,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Fraelich,
Roxy Music,
the Normal,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.