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 Mauritius and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Freddie Wadling to the rap 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Rotary Connection,
The Gap Band,
Basic Channel,
Tom Boy,
Oblivians,
John Holt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Laurel Aitken,
Ten City,
Arthur Verocai,
Judy Mowatt,
The Leaves,
Simply Red,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Prince Buster,
World's Most,
Morten Harket,
Sonic Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hashim,
Can,
Bronski Beat,
LL Cool J,
Nick Fraelich,
The American Breed,
T.S.O.L.,
The Music Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Style,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxy Music,
Terry Callier,
Patti Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Susan Cadogan,
Sam Rivers,
Skaos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minutemen,
Pussy Galore,
The Stooges,
The Standells,
The Fall,
The Kinks,
Bob Dylan,
Jandek,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pantaleimon,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mantronix,
Derrick May,
The Raincoats,
Urselle,
ABBA,
Scientists,
Sunsets and Hearts,
China Crisis,
Roger Hodgson,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.