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 Montenegro and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Laurel Aitken to the punk 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Camberwell Now,
Crash Course in Science,
DJ Style,
Mo-Dettes,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Tremeloes,
The Skatalites,
Lalo Schifrin,
Franke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Letta Mbulu,
New Order,
H. Thieme,
Intrusion,
The Saints,
The Mummies,
Motorama,
Laurel Aitken,
Godley & Creme,
Sun City Girls,
Magma,
Moss Icon,
Joe Smooth,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Moon,
a-ha,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Toni Rubio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MDC,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Techniques,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moebius,
This Heat,
Thee Headcoats,
The Vogues,
Newcleus,
Oneida,
UT,
Donald Byrd,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
Reagan Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Carl Craig,
Vladislav Delay,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skarface,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric Dolphy,
Eli Mardock,
Jacques Brel,
Dual Sessions,
Mark Hollis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
L. Decosne,
Pantytec,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.