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 Poland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Organ,
Mr. Review,
The Durutti Column,
Chris & Cosey,
PIL,
Swell Maps,
Youth Brigade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ludus,
Morten Harket,
Tears for Fears,
John Cale,
Curtis Mayfield,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amazonics,
Q and Not U,
Skarface,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kayak,
Heaven 17,
Ultimate Spinach,
Judy Mowatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hardrive,
David Axelrod,
Robert Hood,
The Monochrome Set,
Lakeside,
The Smiths,
Soft Cell,
Gang Green,
Hot Snakes,
Little Man,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aaron Thompson,
Surgeon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The American Breed,
Alphaville,
Trumans Water,
Television,
Sun Ra,
Yellowson,
The Gap Band,
Dead Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Derrick May,
Sugar Minott,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ken Boothe,
Carl Craig,
The Gun Club,
The Blackbyrds,
Grey Daturas,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.