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 Maldives and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Davy DMX to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
H. Thieme,
The Saints,
The Raincoats,
Kenny Larkin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Morten Harket,
Malaria!,
Tears for Fears,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pussy Galore,
Index,
Second Layer,
Andrew Hill,
Janne Schatter,
KRS-One,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radio Birdman,
Mr. Review,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fad Gadget,
the Swans,
Ken Boothe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Japan,
Monolake,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The J.B.'s,
The Five Americans,
Bob Dylan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Franke,
New Order,
The Martian,
Outsiders,
Laurel Aitken,
Lightning Bolt,
Fatback Band,
Aural Exciters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skaos,
Subhumans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Q65,
Duran Duran,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Hood,
the Bar-Kays,
Rites of Spring,
Arcadia,
Don Cherry,
The Fall,
Saccharine Trust,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Talk Talk,
The Searchers,
Bang On A Can,
Suburban Knight,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.