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 Sweden and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Sound Behaviour to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Bang On A Can,
Deepchord,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ronan,
Hashim,
the Soft Cell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Qualms,
Delon & Dalcan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Royal Trux,
Magazine,
John Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minny Pops,
Nico,
La Düsseldorf,
Shuggie Otis,
Amon Düül,
Banda Bassotti,
Slave,
Wally Richardson,
Donald Byrd,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Duran Duran,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Josef K,
Marmalade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Birthday Party,
DNA,
Animal Collective,
Soft Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Nick Fraelich,
The Index,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Standells,
Kurtis Blow,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Livin' Joy,
Rod Modell,
LL Cool J,
Rapeman,
Nirvana,
Colin Newman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Q and Not U,
Henry Cow,
Gong,
The Martian,
Fat Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soft Cell,
Black Flag,
Gichy Dan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joensuu 1685,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.