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 Congo and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Shuggie Otis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alison Limerick,
Sight & Sound,
David Axelrod,
Dawn Penn,
Dead Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
Lyres,
David Bowie,
Pantaleimon,
the Slits,
Sound Behaviour,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rekid,
Brothers Johnson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Darondo,
R.M.O.,
Thompson Twins,
Negative Approach,
Sparks,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Wells,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Procol Harum,
Kurtis Blow,
Supertramp,
The Gladiators,
Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
Girls At Our Best!,
Masters at Work,
Das Ding,
Johnny Osbourne,
Susan Cadogan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Coltrane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aural Exciters,
Royal Trux,
Carl Craig,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wasted Youth,
Minny Pops,
DNA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter and Kerry,
Unrelated Segments,
the Human League,
Scrapy,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick May,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.