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 South Africa and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Robert Palmer 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 Accadde A to the grunge 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Todd Terry,
Terry Callier,
Rufus Thomas,
Pantaleimon,
The Raincoats,
MDC,
The Red Krayola,
Eyeless In Gaza,
June Days,
Q65,
Eden Ahbez,
Clear Light,
Camouflage,
Little Man,
Sonny Sharrock,
Charles Mingus,
Supertramp,
Khruangbin,
Althea and Donna,
Deepchord,
Barrington Levy,
Laurel Aitken,
Alice Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
Morten Harket,
Ice-T,
F. McDonald,
Newcleus,
Prince Buster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neil Young,
Radiopuhelimet,
AZ,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerri Chandler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Skatalites,
Maleditus Sound,
Delta 5,
Scrapy,
Underground Resistance,
Mandrill,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Saccharine Trust,
Desert Stars,
Bush Tetras,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Das Ding,
The Zeros,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monochrome Set,
Hardrive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wire,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Traffic Nightmare,
kango's stein massive,
Trumans Water,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jesper Dahlback,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.